Sunday, November 08, 2009

(traducción al inglés de Jinete)

The clock is ticking and I’m still thinking,

thinking of you, yet so much differently...

The rain is falling, the night is dawning,

the coldness will soon arrive, and I will forget everything.

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I was so sure this wasn't an illusion;

I wasted so much time thinking about our future.

The lies, the nonexistent memories,

the pieces of shattered glass,

how could they make me so happy?

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My heart began longing for you

without asking us permission,

but I'm finally seeing the truth,

and I'm losing my faith in destiny;

intuition is no more than a word

whose meaning was never written;

silence will no longer be

a sign that love is deeply hidden.

My spring will not ever be given

with solely fourteen lilies.

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Not a word was ever spoken,

and nothing matters anymore.

Two hearts failed to meet;

they were never meant to be.

There is no such thing as fate; if any,

ours would be anything but the same.

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The sun is rising, the warmth, arriving,

I had waited so much for this season.

Twelve months of rain fostered my reason.

Everything is so clear, a new day is beginning.

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