Like those picture frames that are still to be hanged
Like the tablecloth from yesterday's supper,
you are always waiting for me to say more,
and my heartfelt words do not want to fly
what was never said is dissolved in some tea
Like the unfaithful says "I will never do it,”
I feel that I am in a prison of love,
you will forget me if I don't sign my declaration
I would embrace the devil no doubt
to see your face as you hear me speak
you are what I want most,
but I lose you in my silences
My eyes are two black crosses
that have never spoken clearly
My heart is full of sorrow,
and I, a rag doll
Every silence is a cloud that goes
behind me non-stop crying
I want to tell you what I feel for you,
and the January moon hear me as I am looking at you
I would embrace the devil no doubt
to see your face as you hear me speak
you are what I want most,
but I lose you in my silences
My eyes are two black crosses
that have never spoken clearly
My heart is full of sorrow,
and I, a rag doll
I am not afraid of eternal fire,
nor of its bitter tales,
but this silence is somewhat cold,
and my winters are too long
and upon your return, I will be somewhere far
among the verses of some tango
because this sincere heart
died in her rag doll