Son Desangrado
Silvio Rodriguez
Bleeding Heart
A heart wanted to jump into a well
Confident in the prowess of its blood
And today it is heard deliriously hungry
In the dark depths of its joy.
The heart was drowning in tenderness,
In the desire to live multiplied
And today it's a heart so mutilated
That it has managed to die of sanity.
What are you, bleeding heart.
I speak of a heart that defends itself
From its old and worn machinery,
I speak of a birth in a funeral home,
I speak of a heart that doesn't understand.
I speak of a heart so squeezed,
So tiny, so poor, so who knows
That in its stream almost everything fits
Be it real or imagined.
What are you, bleeding heart.
The heart was missing its ear
And walked distractedly down the street
Passionately strangling a waist
And unable to notice any complaint.
The heart of clumsy spring
Had its ear grafted
And heard so many curses that it went
To have its deafness restored.
What are you, bleeding heart.
