Desde el Alma
Rosita Melo, Homero Manzi, y Víctor Piuma Vélez, 1947.
My Soul
Translation Jordana del Feld
My soul, if they've hurt you so deeply,
why can't you just forget them?
Why do you insist instead
on crying for what you've lost
on searching for what you've loved
on calling out for what's already dead?
My soul, you're useless and sad
and I know you never deserved
to be punished with suffering
for the crime of being good,
and you were so good
for love.
My soul, that was just something that happened,
and now it's all done.
It was just an unfortunate accident
that at the bitter end
it all became a long dark night of the soul.
My soul, stop reading those damned letters already!
Go back to your old rosy view of life!
Because the pain of an open wound
just means new life is coming to you
and it's bringing new love.
My soul, don't slam down the window
on tomorrow's happy sunshine.
Don't despair
that the dream we love the most
is the one that hurts us most
and the one that cuts us most deeply.
My soul, you're useless and sad
and I know you never deserved
to be punished with suffering
for the crime of being good,
and you were so good
for love.
Desde el Alma. La Maestra Nelly Omar.
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