Sin palabras

Born from you...
looking for a song to unite us,
and today I know that it is cruel and brutal -perhaps-
the punishment I give you.
Without words
this music will hurt you,
wherever your betrayal hears it...
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 at last...
If there are cries that can haunt so,
if these notes that were born for your love,
in the end are a cilice that opens wounds of a story... They are tortures, they are memories...
wounded puppet, my pain, it will rise, each time,
you hear this song!...

It was born of you...
lying between hopes of 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 me.
The almost blind eyes of my astonishment,
together with the astonishment of losing you and not dying.