PAOLA PINESSI & ALBERTO BERSINI - FUIMOS - ÉPICO TANGO FEST

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Fui como una lluvia de cenizas y fatigas en las horas resignadas de tu vida... Gota de vinagre derramada, fatalmente derramada, sobre todas tus heridas. Fuiste por mi culpa golondrina entre la nieve rosa marchitada por la nube que no llueve. Fuimos la esperanza que no llega, que no alcanza que no puede vislumbrar su tarde mansa. Fuimos el viajero que no implora, que no reza, que no llora, que se echó a morir. ¡Vete...! ¿No comprendes que te estás matando? ¿No comprendes que te estoy llamando? ¡Vete...! No me beses que te estoy llorando ¡Y quisiera no llorarte más! ¿No ves?, es mejor que mi dolor quede tirado con tu amor librado de mi amor final ¡Vete!, ¿No comprendes que te estoy salvando? ¿No comprendes que te estoy amando? ¡No me sigas, ni me llames, ni me beses ni me llores, ni me quieras más! Fuimos abrazados a la angustia de un presagio por la noche de un camino sin salidas, pálidos despojos de un naufragio sacudidos por las olas del amor y de la vida. Fuimos empujados en un viento desolado... sombras de una sombra que tornaba del pasado. Fuimos la esperanza que no llega, que no alcanza, que no puede vislumbrar su tarde mansa. Fuimos el viajero que no implora, que no reza, que no llora, que se echó a morir.

English

I was like a rain of ashes and fatigues in the resigned hours of your life... Drop of vinegar spilled, fatally spilled, on all your wounds. You were, because of me, a swallow in the snow rose withered by the cloud that does not rain. We were the hope that does not come, that does not reach that cannot glimpse its meek afternoon. We were the traveler who does not implore, who does not pray, that does not cry, that lay down to die. Go away...! Don't you understand that you are killing yourself? Don't you understand that I'm calling you? Go away...! Don't kiss me, I'm crying for you And I don't want to cry anymore! Don't you see, it's better that my pain to be thrown away with your love rid of my final love Go away! Don't you understand that I'm saving you? Don't you understand that I'm loving you? Don't follow me, don't call me, don't kiss me, don't kiss me nor cry for me, nor love me anymore! We were embraced in the anguish of a foreboding through the night of a road with no exits, pale wreckage of a shipwreck tossed by the waves of love and life. We were pushed in a desolate wind... shadows of a shadow returning from the past. We were the hope that does not come, that does not reach, that cannot glimpse its meek afternoon. We were the traveler who does not implore, who does not pray, that does not cry, that lay down to die.