Cause of the roarin’ flow of my unconsciousness river I did not heard you callin', my precious darlin', I lingered

por. Facundo Ezequiel

Cause of the roarin’ flow of my unconsciousness river
I did not heard you callin’, my precious darlin’, I lingered.
The grip of my hands —that were bleedin’—
The grief of my mind —that was shreddin’ me—
Could not hold on your body on mine,
So I cried a cry so loud that the wind stood still to hear.
A sorrow so great you must be obliged
Even so I could not hold you tight.
The pain still remains, so hard it is for me to live.
Without you, I could not but notice, nothing is worth the stare,
If I had the guts I would rip my eyes off,
But my strenght is gone,
That cry I told you about —even though you’re not here—
Was only an echo of what you may have had.
If only you had stayed a little longer you would understand.
What is to become of us?
What is it that you wanted that you thought I could not provide?
Cause of the roarin’ flow of my unconsciousness river
I did not heard you callin’, my precious darlin’, I lingered.