Y, ¿Si fuera ella? [English translation]

She glides and knocks me down,

and even if sometimes I don’t care

I know that the day I’ll lose her

I’ll suffer again for...

her, she, who turns up and hides;

who leaves and stays;

who’s a question and an answer;

who’s my darkness, my star.

She tangles and disentangles my soul;

she goes with me, but I don’t know where she’s going.

My rival, my companion;

who is so deep into my life and,

at the same time is out of it; I know I’ll get lost again,

and I’ll find her once more

but with another face and a

different name and another body.

But it’s still her, taking me away again;

she never gives me a “yes” when the wheel turns...

She’s cold and eternal;

a whisper in a storm,

she, whose voice has changed so many times.

People come and go and, it’s always

her, she, who lies to me and denies it;

who forgets me and remembers me.

But what about if my mouth makes a mistake

but what about if my mouth makes a mistake and,

says another name when calling her,

sometimes she pities this madman,

this blind and mad heart.

Let it be whatever God wants it to be.

My crime is the stupidity of ignoring

that there are heartless people.

And it’s burning, it’s burning me and it burns me.

And what about if it’s her?

She tangles and disentangles my soul;

she goes with me... I think,

My rival, my companion; that’s her.

But it’s so hard when I see another goodbye approaching.

And I’ll lose her again, and I’ll ask once more,

while she’s leaving and, there’ll be no answer.

And what about if that woman who’s walking away...

the one I’m losing...

And what about if it was her? And what about if it’s her?

Let it be whatever God wants it to be

My crime is the stupidity of ignoring

that there are heartless people.

And it’s burning, it’s burning me and it burns me.

And what about if it’s her?

.... sometimes she pities

this madman, this blind and mad heart.

Was she? Who can tell me whether it was her?

And life is a wheel that turns all the time

and nobody knows when it’ll jump out.

And I look at her... and what about if it’s her? What about if it’s her?

And what about if it’s her?