En un beso la vida

Kissing me on the mouth you told me,
only death can leave us.
And the kiss you gave me was so deep,
that it chained me to your affection.
What guilt I have if today other loves
tear me from your lips, the traitors.
What fault am I to love you so much
if it was your mouth that ignited me?

In a kiss, life,
and in your arms death
fate sentenced me,
and yet I prefer to see you.
In a kiss life,
I gave you and you have lied
and if yesterday I was wounded by your oblivion,
today your love will kill me.

If the echo of this sorrow moves you
makes you cure my absence sickness
you will see that the pessimism that today envelops me
will be joy for both of us.
And in that quiet street that treasures
the voice of an oath, our lullaby,
my love and yours will be united again
far from the world, close to God.