Sin Palabras - Roberto Goyeneche

Nacio de ti…

buscando una canción que nos uniera,

y hoy se que es cruel y brutal -quiza-

el castigo que te doy…

Sin palabras esta musica va a herirte,

donde quiera que la escuche tu traición.

La noche más absurda, el día más triste,

cuando estes riendo, o cuando llore tu ilusión…

Perdoname, si es Dios

quien quiso castigarte al fin…

Si hay llantos que puedan perseguir asi,

si estas notas que nacieron por tu amor,

al final son un cilicio que abre las heridas de una hostoria,

son suplicio… son memoria…

Fantoche herido, en mi dolor, se alzara cada vez

que oigas esta cancio.

Nacio de ti…

mintiendo entre esperanzas un destino,

y hoy se que es cruel, brutal -quiza-

el castigo que te doy…

Sin decirlo, esta canción dira tu nombre,

sin decirlo, con tu nombre estare yo…

Los ojos casi ciegos de mi asombro,

junto al asombro de perderte, y no morir.

I was born of you...

looking for a song that would unite us,

and today I know that it is cruel and brutal -perhaps she-

the punishment I give you…

Without words this music is going to hurt you,

wherever I hear your betrayal.

The most absurd night, the saddest day,

when you're laughing, or when your illusion cries...

Forgive me, if it is God

who wanted to punish you in the end...

If there are tears that can haunt like this,

if these notes that were born for your love,

in the end they are a hair shirt that opens the wounds of a story,

they are ordeal… they are memory…

Wounded puppet, in my pain, will rise every time

that you hear this song

I was born of you...

lying between hopes a destiny,

and today I know that it is cruel, brutal -perhaps-

the punishment I give you…

Without saying it, this song will say your name,

without saying it, with your name I will be…

The almost blind eyes of my wonder,

along with the astonishment of losing you, and not dying.