Mariposas - Silvio Rodríguez

Hoy viene a ser como la cuarta vez que espero

desde que sé que no vendrás más nunca.

He vuelto a ser aquel cantar del aguacero

que hizo casi legal su abrazo en tu cintura.

Y tú apareces en mi ventana,

suave y pequeña, con alas blancas.

Yo ni respiro para que duermas

y no te vayas.

Que maneras más curiosas

de recordar tiene uno,

que maneras más curiosas:

hoy recuerdo mariposas

que ayer sólo fueron humo,

mariposas, mariposas

que emergieron de lo oscuro

bailarinas, silenciosas.

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,

navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa.

Siglos atrás inundaron un segundo

debajo del cielo, encima del mundo

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,

navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa.

Siglos atrás inundaron un segundo

debajo del cielo, encima del mundo

Así eras tú en aquellas tardes divertidas,

así eras tú de furibunda compañera.

Eras como esos días en que eres la vida

y todo lo que tocas se hace primavera.

Ay, mariposa, tú eres el alma

de los guerreros que aman y cantan,

y eres el nuevo ser que se asoma por mi garganta

Que maneras más curiosas

de recordar tiene uno,

que maneras más curiosas:

hoy recuerdo mariposas

que ayer sólo fueron humo,

mariposas, mariposas

que emergieron de lo oscuro

bailarinas, silenciosas,

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,

navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa,

Siglos atrás inundaron un segundo

debajo del cielo, encima del mundo.

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,

navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa,

Siglos atrás inundaron un segundo

debajo del cielo, encima del mundo.

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,

navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa,

Siglos atrás inundaron un segundo

debajo del cielo, encima del mundo.

Today comes to be like the fourth time that I wait

since I know that you will never come again.

I have become that song of the downpour

that made her embrace of him around your waist almost legal.

And you appear at my window,

soft and small, with white wings.

I don't even breathe for you to sleep

and don't go.

what strange ways

to remember has one,

what strange ways:

today I remember butterflies

that yesterday were only smoke,

butterflies, butterflies

that emerged from the dark

silent dancers

Your time is now a butterfly,

little white boat, thin, nervous.

Centuries ago they flooded a second

under the sky, above the world

Your time is now a butterfly,

little white boat, thin, nervous.

Centuries ago they flooded a second

under the sky, above the world

That's how you were on those fun afternoons,

that's how you were as a furious companion.

You were like those days when you are life

and everything you touch becomes spring.

Oh, butterfly, you are the soul

of the warriors who love and sing,

and you are the new being that peeks out of my throat

what strange ways

to remember has one,

what strange ways:

today I remember butterflies

that yesterday were only smoke,

butterflies, butterflies

that emerged from the dark

dancers, silent,

Your time is now a butterfly,

little white boat, thin, nervous,

Centuries ago they flooded a second

under the sky, above the world.

Your time is now a butterfly,

little white boat, thin, nervous,

Centuries ago they flooded a second

under the sky, above the world.

Your time is now a butterfly,

little white boat, thin, nervous,

Centuries ago they flooded a second

under the sky, above the world.