TODAY IS LATE
Words by Enrique Cadícamo
Because I know what you suffered,
because I know what I have suffered,
I know well that you loved me
and also that I have loved you…
At my side you didn’t have splendor…
I was poor and didn’t give you more than love
But… your twenty springs…
they were true jewels.., heart…
II
My soul…
it was neither luxury not the silks, nor the money…
My soul…
The traitors that threw you to my arms..
It was your love..,
It was your innocence that sprouted like a flower…
With my verses you dreamt that you were rich….
all the gold didn’t
in that small room…
Affectionate…
what unjust poverty I have given you…
but to love in the misery is no sin,
heart…
And today that I can give you luxuries and money,
this has separated
our dream.., our love…
I bis
I don’t know on what paths…
I don’t know on what roads…
In what strange whirl
we got lost forever..
I only know that understanding your value…
I left you to survive, poor love..