FUISTE UN TROZO DE HIELO EN LA ESCARCHA
YOU WERE A FRAGMENT OF ICE IN THE FROST

 

Fuiste un trozo de hielo en la escarcha
Una parte de mí que se marcha
Con la frialdad que tuviste al decirme adiós


Fuiste tiempo de amor por las noches
Y hay que reconocer que lo hacías bien
Era llegar con la espada hasta la pared

Fuiste tantas cosas la vez
Que me cuesta creer que hoy no seas nada
Sobre todo porque no es verdad
No consigo olvidar
Esa mirada, que aún me hace estremecer

Fuiste amiga de mis enemigos
Todos ellos antiguos amigos
Ya sé, que no se puede evitar
Lo de ser mujer

Fuiste mucho y fuiste muy poco
Así son las historias de locos
Son cortas y anchas
con forma de corazón

Fuiste tantas cosas a la vez
Que me cuesta creer que hoy no seas nada
Sobre todo porque no es verdad
No consigo olvidar esa mirada
Que aún me hace estremecer

Fuiste un trozo de hielo en la escarcha
Que no llegó a abril
Que no llegó a abril

Jose Maria Cano

 

 

You were a fragment of ice
in the frost.
A part of me that went with
the indifference you showed
when you said goodbye.

You were a time for love, at night.
And I must admit, you did it well.
It was like being pushed against
the wall with a sword.

You were so many things at once,
that it's hard to believe that
today you are nothing.
Especially, because that's not true.
I can't seem to forget your gaze,
that makes me shiver, still.

You were a friend to my enemies.
All of them friends of old.
Yes, I know, you cannot avoid
being a woman.

You were much and you were little.
That's how crazy love stories are.
They come short and wide and
in the shape of one's heart.

You were so many things at once,
that is hard to believe that
today you are nothing.
Especially because that's not true.
I can't seem to forget your gaze,
that makes me shiver, still.

You were a fragment of ice
in the frost.
That didn't make it till spring.
That didn't make it till spring.