Remolino

I live without knowing how I can resist
this fever that clings to your love.
They are whirlpools with your name and my madness,
with your laughter and my bitterness, that torture my life.
I don't want to want what I suffer to overcome
this wind of sadness and loneliness.
And, again, the whirlwind imprisons me
with your shadow, with my fate, without salvation.

Your voice...
I hear your voice again.
You come back in the goodbye,
and why do I want you like this?
And what for?
If your love
only left my heart,
without its beat,
without illusion.
Your voice...
I hear your voice again.
You return in the goodbye
and the whirlpool
with your laughter and my rancor
and your laughter and my pain,
and I who gave all my love.

I gave my heart without measuring why I gave it
and love gave me its lack of love.
It is the punishment that gives me so much goodness
and robs me of the hope to keep looking at you.
Just and sinful, I gave everything and I asked for nothing
nothing more than the joy of a goodbye.
And I suffer as one who has sinned suffers
because I wanted and dreamed of your redemption.