TU PÁLIDA VOZ.

I heard you say... goodbye, goodbye... I closed my eyes and hid my pain... I heard your footsteps cross the afternoon, and my cowardly hands did not stop you. My heart wept for love, and in the silence your voice rang out, your beloved voice, distant and lost, your voice that once was mine... your pale voice.

On desolate nights shaken by the wind, the cold stars of remorse shine, and I deceive myself that you will come back once more, retracing oblivion and time.

I feel your steps returning along the familiar path. I hear you call my name, overcome by mortal weariness; but why, when I know my longing is in vain? Never... never... will you come.

I saw you leave, you said goodbye; I trembled with anguish and hid my pain. Then, thinking you would not return, I tried to catch up with you, but you were no longer mine. My heart bled for love, and in my memory your voice rang out... your beloved voice, distant and lost, your frozen voice, your pale voice.