Canción para Gritar Te Amo - Andrea del Boca

Hoy al despertar por la manana, descubri que nada era igual.

no podia pronunciar tu nombre sin llorar, sin llorar.

Tuve mucho miedo del recuerdo

Tuve mucho miedo del dolor

Al pensar como seguir viviendo sin tu amor.

Pensar que te tuve, pensar que fui tuya

en un rito sublime, insolente y prohibido

mi cuerpo era una fiesta romantica en tus brazos

y hasta yo la luna acostada en nuestro lago

y no me importo el pecado que inventaron

me senti pura, pura y tuya

Y ahora — como si me despertaran de golpe

ya no soy tuya porque no estas, y no te busco.

porque te amo y me enojo conmigo por amarte

porque te amo y no porque te extrano.

Hoy al despertar por la manana, descubri que nada era igual.

no podia pronunciar tu nombre sin llorar, sin llorar.

Pensar que te tuve y que fuimos artesanos

en una historia diferente, en una historia de amor

asi de simple, asi de terrible

porque descubri una palabra disfrasada de punal

y de repente — adios

y me vencio el dolor, me gustaba decir tu nombre

y ya no puedo, a veces — hasta creo que esta olvidado.

y de pronto lo recuerdo, y no lo digo, sigo llorando

a pesar de no tener lagrimas y te sigo esperando

porque te amo — y no, dios mio — cuanto te amo

Today when I woke up in the morning, I discovered that nothing was the same.

She couldn't pronounce your name without crying, without crying.

I was so afraid of the memory

I was so afraid of the pain

When thinking how to continue living without your love.

To think that I had you, to think that I was yours

in a sublime, insolent and forbidden rite

my body was a romantic party in your arms

and even I the moon lying in our lake

and I don't care about the sin they invented

I felt pure, pure and yours

And now — as if I was suddenly woken up

I am no longer yours because you are not here, and I am not looking for you.

because I love you and I get mad at myself for loving you

because I love you and not because I miss you.

Today when I woke up in the morning, I discovered that nothing was the same.

I couldn't pronounce your name without crying, without crying.

To think that I had you and that we were artisans

in a different story, in a love story

so simple, so terrible

because I discovered a word disguised as a dagger

and suddenly — goodbye

and the pain overcame me, I liked to say your name

and I can't anymore, sometimes — I even think it's forgotten.

and suddenly I remember, and I don't say it, I keep crying

despite not having tears and I'm still waiting for you

because I love you — and no, my God — how much I love you