DOLORES - Zahara

Querida amiga, no puedo quedarme callada

Que te conozco desde que era niña

Cuando mi abuela cocinaba

Y recordaba tus ojos verdes

Aunque ya no sabía

Cómo se llamaba

Con la mano en la Biblia

Te lo digo yo

Tú eres más libre

Que todos los hombres insufribles y arrogantes

Capaces de desembotar tu alegría

Diciendo que tu poesía no estaba a la altura

Y que no lo valías

Mal querida y sufridora

Aprendiste que el amor

Era el que esperaba en casa

El que no preguntaba

El que ofrecía devoción

A cambio de puñaladas

El que moría y mataba de amor

¿Cómo ibas a decir que tú no eras esa?

Que no había en el mundo moneda

Ni falsa ni verdadera

Que pudiera pagar lo que dabas

Que quitara toda tu tristeza

Tú que tenías la voz de las mujeres perdidas

Y a la vez la voz de tu España querida

Cortando el viento a tu paso

Fuiste siempre incomprendida

Como si esa pena, es pena

Fuese la única forma posible de amar

Dear friend, I can't keep quiet

I have known you since I was a child

When my grandmother cooked

And she remembered your green eyes

Although she no longer knew

what was her name

With his hand on the Bible

I tell you

you are freer

May all the insufferable and arrogant men

Capable of unleashing your joy

Saying your poetry wasn't up to scratch

And that you weren't worth it

Badly loved and suffering

you learned that love

He was the one waiting at home

The one who didn't ask

He who offered devotion

In exchange for stabs

The one who died and killed for love

How could you say that you were not that?

That there was no currency in the world

neither false nor true

That I could pay what you gave

That will take away all your sadness

You who had the voice of lost women

And at the same time the voice of your dear Spain

Cutting the wind in your wake

you were always misunderstood

As if that sorrow is sorrow

It was the only possible way to love