Cerradas no me sirven tus manos,
sin esplendor no quiero tu mirada,
ocupada no es útil tu boca,
no te necesito si no sabes de espinas,
no vengas si en tus desiertos aún no hay rosas,
no quiero tu vida ajena a los clamores,
para qué tus gritos si van a venir sordos,
no te necesito para ser feliz,
ni siquiera te necesito;
si vienes es para hacerte a un lado,
para dejar que la vida haga su trabajo,
porque es ella quien te lleva
y porque juntos
seremos más para esperarla;
así que ven, aunque sea un instante;
que solo lo breve puede ser intenso.
Closed, I have no use for your hands
without splendor I don't want your look
your busy mouth is of no use to me,
I don't need you if you don't know about thorns
don't come if in your deserts there are no roses yet,
I don't want your life without tears,
what's the use of your cries if they'll come deaf,
I don't need you to be happy,
I don't even need you;
if you come, it's to leave you aside,
to let life do its work,
because it is she who carries you
and because together
we'll be more to wait for her;
so come, if only for a moment;
that only the brief can be intense.
