Hija De Lilith - Ismael Serrano

No te trajo a este mundo

La costilla de un hombre

No dio vida a tu barro

El aliento de dioses

Tú has nacido del vientre

De una mujer despierta

Que navega en el tiempo

Dando a luz primaveras

La manzana mordiste

No me diste a probar

Abriendo tu camino

Cual torrente ancestral

No eres ángel celeste

Sumiso o redentor

Ni el diablo que arrastra

Al fuego al pecador

No vas a llorar conmigo

Ni elevarte a las alturas

No soy tu media naranja

Eres fruta entera y madura

Eres la duda que quema

Olor a tierra mojada

Tras la lluvia que trajo el verano

En el que ardió mi atalaya

No quieres mi luz ni mi consuelo

Eres la herida encarnada

Hija de artemisa y de lilith

Quizá regreses al alba

Tú no esperas mi regreso

Tejiendo tristes sudarios

No he de buscar detrás de mí

Pues yo camino a tu lado

Eres la luna radiante

A la que aúllan los lobos

La que mecen las mareas

La que veneran los locos

No vas a llorar conmigo

Ni elevarte a las alturas

No soy tu media naranja

Eres fruta entera y madura

Eres la duda que quema

Olor a tierra mojada

Tras la lluvia que trajo el verano

En el que ardió mi atalaya

No quieres mi luz ni mi consuelo

Eres la herida encarnada

Hija de artemisa y de lilith

Quizá regreses al alba

No vas a llorar conmigo

No soy tu media naranja

Eres la duda que quema

Quizá regreses al alba

Hija de artemisa y de lilith

Quizá regreses al alba

He didn't bring you into this world

The rib of a man

Didn't bring your mud to life

The breath of gods

you were born from the womb

Of a woman awake

that navigates in time

giving birth to springs

the apple you bit

you didn't give me a try

opening your way

which ancient stream

You are not a celestial angel

Submissive or redeemer

Not even the devil that drags

To the fire to the sinner

you won't cry with me

Nor rise to the heights

I'm not your better half

You are whole and ripe fruit

You are the doubt that burns

Wet soil's smell

After the rain that summer brought

In which my watchtower burned

You don't want my light or my consolation

You are the ingrown wound

Daughter of Artemis and Lilith

Maybe you'll come back at dawn

You do not wait for my return

weaving sad shrouds

I don't have to look behind me

Well, I walk by your side

you are the radiant moon

At which the wolves howl

The one rocked by the tides

The one that crazy people worship

you won't cry with me

Nor rise to the heights

I'm not your better half

You are whole and ripe fruit

You are the doubt that burns

Wet soil's smell

After the rain that summer brought

In which my watchtower burned

You don't want my light or my consolation

You are the ingrown wound

Daughter of Artemis and Lilith

Maybe you'll come back at dawn

you won't cry with me

I'm not your better half

You are the doubt that burns

Maybe you'll come back at dawn

Daughter of Artemis and Lilith

Maybe you'll come back at dawn