María - Roberto Goyeneche

Acaso te llamaras solamente María.

No sé si eras el eco de una vieja canción

Pero hace mucho, mucho, fuiste hondamente mía

Sobre un paisaje triste, desmayado de amor…

El Otoño te trajo, mojando de agonía

Tu sombrerito pobre y el tapado marrón…

Eras como la calle de la Melancolía

Que llovía…llovía sobre mi corazón.

María.

En las sombras de mi pieza

Es tu paso el que regresa…

María.

Y es tu voz, pequeña y triste

La del día en que dijiste:

«Ya no hay nada entre los dos.»

María.

La más mía.

La Lejana.

Si volviera otra mañana

Por las calles del adiós.

Tus ojos eran puertos que guardaban ausentes

Su horizonte de sueños y un silencio de flor…

Pero tus manos buenas, regresaban presentes

Para curar mi fiebre, desteñidas de amor…

Un Otoño te trajo.

Tu nombre era María

Y nunca supe nada de tu rumbo infeliz…

Si eras como el paisaje de la Melancolía

Que llovía…llovía, sobre la calle gris…

Perhaps you were only called Maria.

I don't know if you were the echo of an old song

But long, long ago, you were deeply mine

On a sad landscape, passed out with love...

Autumn brought you, soaking with agony

Your poor little hat and brown coat…

You were like the street of Melancholy

That it was raining… it was raining on my heart.

Mary.

In the shadows of my room

It is your step that returns...

Mary.

And it's your voice, small and sad

The one on the day you said:

"There is nothing between the two anymore."

Mary.

The most mine.

The Faraway.

If I came back another morning

Through the streets of goodbye.

Your eyes were ports that kept absent

Its horizon of dreams and the silence of a flower…

But your good hands returned presents

To cure my fever, faded with love...

An Autumn brought you.

your name was Maria

And I never heard of your unhappy course...

If you were like the landscape of Melancholy

That it was raining… it was raining, on the gray street…