I did not say goodbye to you, and it happens to me that I still can not,
Our garden was burned. You do not breathe in the fire.
I did not want to hate you, what I want
is that your throat is closed and your chest hurts
as it hurts me.
I wanted to thank every shared caress,
I do not remember just the gesture of your face
that makes me laugh
I will not be the one who dances for you,
I'm not the one who dances for you anymore.
I did not say goodbye to you, how difficult it is to hear your voice.
I'm so fragile glass if I have your eyes in front of me.
I will be much braver and I will change all this mud
by white sand. I'll bury my guns
and I will have mercy upon thee.
I shed this spear, that this hate is the one that kills
and rage ties too, and it's about time
to let go.
I will not be the one who dances for you,
I'm not the one who dances for you anymore.
The one who dances for you.