Just like those picture-frames that are still to be hanged
Just like last night supper's tablecloth
You are always waiting for me to say something else
and my expressive words do not wish to fly.
What is never spoken, dissolves in tea
just like the unfaithful says I'll never do it.
I feel as if I were in a love jail
you will forget me if I don't sign my confession.
I'd embrace the devil without hesitation
in exchange of looking at your face as you listen to me.
You are what I love the 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 am a rag doll.
Each silence is you humbly staying behind me;
always crying
I wish I could tell you what I feel for you,
that the moon of January would listen
while looking at you.
I'd embrace the devil without hesitation
in exchange of looking at your face as you listen to me
You are what I love the 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 am a rag doll.
I am not afraid of eternal fire
Neither of its bitter stories
but silence is something cold
and my winters are too long.
And when you come back, I'll be far away
among some tango's verses
because this sincere heart
swore to be a rag doll.