Joaquin Rodrigo
Forgive me, my love for the stars
What’s in the clouds lose up utra-
I know it’s too late to apologize,
We do not return to the past yesterday.
Forgive me, desirable, for cold,
In September broke into the house-warm
Separation suffocating solo
Not destined, perhaps, to be together. Forgive me, good for writing,
That somewhere lost in suete-
Your unique charisma,
Rasstayal in a gray void.
Forgive me, my dear, for wingless,
For the sad parting motiv-
For all that is in our lives did not happen
Forgive me, darling, I’m sorry …
I’m sorry for every wrinkle,
Sadness for your unique eyes …
For heavy sigh and a secret tear,
For taunt is not always appropriate phrases … Excuse me? I do not know … I do not find the answer …
Love and pain fog your veil …
But we are waiting for each other … somehow … somewhere …
Not in this life, then in one another ….
And believe me – there is everything else:
Look! After all, we are in the rays of dawn …
Hand in hand … Do not cry, do not cry …
Forgive me, my love, I’m sorry ….
