La Carta (en inglés)

La Carta
Not long ago that I read your letter,
and, strengthless to answer,
thousand pieces to the wind separate to us.
I will put house in a country
distant to forget
this fear towards you, this fear towards you.
And not long ago that I broke
your memory thinking
to finish of once.
but the time and the distance
they are not everything for me
always there is something makes me return.
I have always listened, and no longer I create to you
so that I do not understand to you?
so that you are so far?
I have always listened, and no longer I create to you
so that I do not understand to you?
so that you are so far?
I know that I have always been thus
and that I do not have remedy,
nor I want it to have.
but neither the fear nor your letters
they are it everything for me
perhaps I will throw the fault again to you to you.
I have always listened, and no longer I create to you
so that I do not understand to you?
so that you are so far?
I have always listened, and no longer I create to you
so that I do not understand to you?
so that you are so far?
Not long ago, I received a heartfelt letter from you that left me speechless, torn between the words that separated us like a gust of wind scattering a thousand pieces...