Текст и перевод песни Fernando Delgadillo - La Palabra

La Palabra

Miré por costumbre,
Lo que me rodeaba.
Corrí a la mañana,
Frente a la ventana.
Me enfrente a lo mismo,
Con la misma irrealidad.
Tome la mañana,
Como un sol sin más.

Me asomé a la tarde,
Y la miré pasando.
Jugó en la ventana,
Y visitó mi cuarto.
Las motas de polvo,
Flotaban contra el cristal,
Su alumbrada y dulce lluvia residual.

Me llamó la noche,
Con su cúpula estrellada.
Brillaba un cuarto menguante,
Donde no ha sumado nada.
Me mira desde su brillo,
Yo la miro de mi cama,
Me contempla y le contemplo,
Radiante, limpia y callada,
No me pide recordarte a ti,
Ya no haces falta.
Mira no soy la canción de amor,
Cuando más soy la palabra.

The Word

I looked out of habit,
What surrounded me.
I ran to the morning,
In front of the window.
I faced the same,
With the same unreality.
I took the morning,
Like a sun without more.

I looked out into the afternoon,
And watched it passing.
It played in the window,
And visited my room.
The specks of dust,
Floated against the glass,
Its illuminated and sweet residual rain.

The night called me,
With its starry dome.
A quarter-waning moon shone,
Where nothing had been added.
It looks at me from its glow,
I look at it from my bed,
It contemplates me and I contemplate it,
Radiant, clean and quiet,
It does not ask me to remember you,
You are no longer needed.
See, I am not the love song,
When I am the word.