El miedo que... [English translation]

You'll lie to my eyes.

You'll fail if you touch me.

One can't forget

a lie that speaks

and has no words,

but it will say what it feels like saying.

Everyone has their limits.

I understood yours well.

Having understood them already,

I pour myself a drink

at night when the sky shines

but there are no moon nor stars.

I'll remember the feat that,

that moistened my eyes but looking at you

was already impossible, didn't work.

You'll remember the fear that

I waited for you to try by trying it myself,

the fear of everything being born quickly and dying quickly.

The lacerating distance

between trust and illusion

is an open door

that doesn't close itself.

And that has no words

but will say what it feels like saying.

There's a difference between love

and all its dependency.

I call you if I can,

or I'm killed by your absence.

I'm suffering because of this love.

The more I live it, the less I learn.

I'll remember the feat that,

that moistened my eyes but looking at you

was already impossible, didn't work.

You'll remember the fear that

I waited for you to try by trying it myself,

the fear of everything being born quickly and dying quickly.

It will stay like this!

Me saying it to you in every way possible

but then nothing will change.

It will stay like this!

Me talking to you again but still,

by forgetting you I'll love you.

For every embrace, a gift

even if I'm alone afterwards,

never thinking, never wanting

but always knowing it will never change.

It will stay like this!

You'll lie to my eyes.

You'll fail if you touch me.