Si tu nombre fuera otro
si tu voz se llegara a apagar
si la luz se vuelve opaca
si la sonrisa dejara de ser feliz
si te cambia la vida
y nuestros nombres llegaran
a desaparecer
¿A dónde mirarán las mañanas
cuando descubra que no estamos?
¿A quién cantarán las aves migratorias
que se posaban en tu mirada
al ver que tu luz ya no está?
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If your name were another
if your voice were to fade
if the light were to become dull
if the smile were to cease to be happy
if your life were to change
and our names were
to disappear
Where will the mornings look
when it find out we're gone?
To whom will the migratory birds sing,
that perched on your gaze
when they saw that your light
is no longer there?
