En algún lugar bajo el cielo

A una hora tardía
En que se apagan
las fantasías
Y los fantasmas
Salen a jugar,
La sombra de una niña
Pasea sin guía
Por los escombros
De una gran ciudad.

No conoce el miedo
Pues solo temen
Aquellos que tienen
Algo que temer,
Cuan afortunados
-ella piensa-
aquellos que no saben
Que se teme
Por miedo a perder
Y que el miedo
Significa que se tiene
Aún algo que perder
Y que tenerlo
Simboliza algo
Por lo que vivir

Ella también
Lo tuvo una vez

Ahora tan solo le quedan
Recuerdos que sacar a pasear,
A veces baila con ellos
Entre los escombros de una guerra,
Por aquellos que se fueron
Sin conocer nunca la paz.

En una fosa sin nombre
Perdió a un hombre sin rostro
Y la risa de los niños se marchita
En un jardín donde no crecen las flores

A aquel lado del mundo
La luz del sol siempre es gris,
Algunos dicen que es el humo,
Otros el polvo,
Ella sabe que es la desesperanza
Amortajada de añil.

Lo sabe porque ha visto su rostro,
Porque visten la misma mortaja,
Es la moda de las viudas de la guerra,
De los peregrinos que no vuelven a casa.

A lo lejos alguien grita su nombre,
Ella prefiere no oír
Y cuando cae el cielo abraza su muerte,
el dolor es tan solo un estallido
Y luego la deja ir.

La mañana amanece
Bajo un cielo gris,
Un diario imprime los nombres
De otras tantas casualidades
De una cadencia de ataques,
Las víctimas se abrazan y se pierden
En la tinta inerte.

En algún lugar bajo el cielo
Aún queda alguien que llora,
Aún queda alguien por el que llorar,
Aún queda alguien que no teme
Y alguien que tiene
Algo por lo que temer.

A little blue

On a cold winter night
A girl is walking downtown
Only shaky street lamps
Are lighting up her path

Riding on her left arm
A worn down guitar case
And a backpack on her back
Where she's stored away
A life of loss and hurt

She's walking back home
But she does not know
Where home is anymore,
She's had a few,
Neither one stood

She's pretty,
She's young
But the look in her eyes is old
And her soul only wears blue

Some years back
She walked down another path,
Her mood was happy
And her eyes were never sad,
It seemed to her
Like a good day
To leave everything behind

Riding on her left arm
A brand new guitar case
And a backpack on her back
Where she'd stored away
A pandora box of dreams and hopes

She rode a train
To the city where dreams come true,
Chasing for the horizon
Always right on sight,
Always out of reach,
Always blue...

She learned
That gold does not grow from leprechauns
And that fame and money do not come
To a girl who still keeps a little soul

So now she walks downtown
Every night searching for a home,
Selling her songs for a penny
For noone will buy her thoughts

The only thing she's got left,
Her voice
And her body
And a little blue soul.

Never old enough

I wished to be your poetry
To bring lyrics into your life
The way you were my music
And put the beat onto mine.

Would we be a whole song then?
One that resounds through time,
We are a worn out sheet instead,
A note-less stave.

Fading to yesterday.

I'm trying to go back
To yesterday 's night,
When there was a you and I

When there was a you and I...

They said I was too young to understand
Now I know you are never old enough,
Life keeps turning around
Senseless, there was never an answer

So I shall not regret
The day I took your hand,
Dancing to our heartbeats,
You were my paradise,
If only for a bit,
My piece of heaven on land.

Now we are fading
Fading to yesterday

When there was a you and I

When there was a you and I...

I was never too young
To understand what's love about,
Adults said we were running ahead
But what did they know?
Oh, what did they know?

Now an adult myself
I've come to understand
That you are never old enough,
Oh, you are never old enough.

That little girl who walked around
Scribbling love riddles on her notebook,
That little girl understood,
She just felt,
She just loved.
And isn't that
What love's all about?

That little girl too
Is fading,
Fading to yesterday 

When there was a you and I,

When there was a you and I...

When she was young enough to love,
When love needed no understanding

She'll never be old enough,
Oh, never old enough