Amemonos - Abel Pintos

Buscaba mi alma con afán tu alma

Buscaba yo la virgen que mi frente

Tocaba con sus labios dulcemente

En el febril insomnio del amor

Buscaba yo la mujer pálida y bella

Que en sueño me visita desde niño

Para partir con ella mi cariño

Para partir con ella mi dolor

Como en la sacra soledad de templo

Sin ver a Dios se siente tu presencia

Yo presentí en el mundo tu existencia

Y como a Dios sin verte te adoré

No preguntaba ni sabía tu nombre

En donde iba a encontrarte lo ignoraba

Pero tu imagen dentro de mi alma estaba

Mas bien presintiendo una ilusión

Amémonos mi bien en este mundo

Donde lágrimas tantas se derraman

Las que vierten quizás los que se aman

Y tiene un no se que de bendición

Amar es empapar el pensamiento

En la fragancia del edén perdido

Amar… amar es llevar herido

Con un dardo celeste el corazón

Es tocar los dinteles de la gloria

Es ver tus ojos es escuchar tu acento

Es en el alma sentir el firmamento

Y es morir a tus pies de adoración

I was looking for my soul with eagerness your soul

I was looking for the virgin that my forehead

She touched her lips sweetly

In the feverish insomnia of love

I was looking for the pale and beautiful woman

That in a dream visits me since I was a child

To leave with her my love

To share with her my pain

As in the sacred solitude of a temple

Without seeing God, your presence is felt

I sensed your existence in the world

And as God without seeing you I adored you

I didn't ask or know your name

Where she was going to find you she ignored it

But your image inside my soul was

Rather sensing an illusion

Let's love each other my good in this world

where so many tears are shed

Those who pour perhaps those who love each other

And he has an I don't know what blessing

To love is to soak the thought

In the fragrance of lost eden

To love… to love is to bear wounded

With a celestial dart the heart

It is touching the lintels of glory

Is to see your eyes is to hear your accent

It is in the soul to feel the firmament

And it is to die at your feet of adoration