Like those paintings that have yet to be hung,
like the tablecloth from yesterday's dinner.
Always waiting for me to tell you something else
and my heartfelt words don't want to fly.
It does never said it dissolves in you,
as the unfaithful says I will never do it.
I feel that I am in a prison of love,
you will forget me if I do not sign my declaration.
I would hug the devil without hesitation
To see your face when you hear me speak.
You are all I love the most
But I lose you in my silences.
My eyes are two black crosses
They have never spoken clearly.
My heart is full of sorrow
And I am a rag doll
Every silence is a humble stay
behind me without stopping crying.
I want to tell you what I feel for you
that the January moon would hear it looking at you
I would hug the devil without hesitation
To see your face when you listen to me talk.
You are all I want most
But I lose you in my silences.
My eyes are two black crosses
That have never spoken clearly.
My heart full of sorrow
And I am a rag doll
I am not afraid of the eternal fire
nor of its bitter stories
but silence is something cold
and my winters They are very long.
And when you return I will be far away
between the verses of some tango.
Because this sincere heart
I swear to be a rag doll