The night has no arms
That prevent you from leaving,
In the shadows of my room
A thousand dreams unfulfilled.
I do not know how long we went,
Not even if I bring you in me,
Know of the wind where I invent you, as well.
Do not know if it is dawn's light
Not even what remains in us
Know of the streets where we run, alone,
Because you,
Leave in me
So much of you
The days kill me
The empty hands of you.
The Street is still long,
Hundred miles of ground,
When the wait is endless,
There are distances without forgiveness.
I do not know how long we went,
Not even if I bring you in me,
Know of the wind where I invent you, as well.
Do not know if it is dawn's light
Not even what remains in us
Know of the streets where we run, alone,
Because you,
Leave in me
So much of you
The days kill me
The empty hands of you.