During our very recent interview with up and coming Latin singer and composer Xandro Leima, we talked about his new album "Persiguiendo un Sueno". The entire album is incredible, but there was one song in particular that stood out as my personal favorite, "Incompleto". You know how language challenged I am, but this one spoke to my heart in a language that needed not interpretation. It's my pleasure to share the lyrics here with you. I hope they touch your heart as they touched mine.
English Translation by Bariloche
Original Language Lyrics From Xandro Leima.Net
Incompleto
Espacios
vacíos, enmudece el viento |
Rostros ocultos sin fundamento |
Dentro de mí no existe la
calma |
Por donde voy se me escapa el
alma. |
Estaba escrito, escrito en el
viento |
Velado y presente en mi
pensamiento |
Por que mi mundo es solo
imperfecto |
Por que sin ti estoy
incompleto. |
|
Todo es distinto si ya no
estas |
Un segundo es Una eternidad |
Una tragedia es mi soledad |
El tiempo implacable va
pasando |
Se escurre entre mis manos
escapando. |
|
Y ahora me ves estoy aquí |
Con todo el tiempo para mí |
Quiero olvidar quiero empezar |
Pero mi mente ya no esta |
Y ahora me ves estoy aquí |
Tan incompleto estoy sin ti |
Que ya no tengo aliento ni
para vivir |
|
No es mi intención que sea
interminable |
Pero es que ya no puedo
olvidarte |
He de seguir, he de
conformarme |
Ser incompleto no es
reseñable. |
|
Todo es distinto si ya no
estas |
Un segundo es Una eternidad |
Una tragedia es mi soledad |
El tiempo implacable va
pasando |
Se escurre entre mis manos
escapando |
|
Y ahora me ves estoy aquí |
Con todo el tiempo para mí |
Quiero olvidar quiero empezar |
Pero mi mente ya no esta |
|
Y ahora me ves estoy aquí |
Tan incompleto estoy sin ti |
Que no tengo aliento ni para
vivir |
|
Espacios vacíos, enmudece el
viento |
Rostros ocultos sin fundamento |
Dentro de mí no existe la
calma |
Por donde voy se me escapa el
alma. |
|
Incomplete |
|
Empty spaces silence the wind |
Darkened faces without a
foundation |
Inside of me peace doesn't
exist |
My should escapes through where
I go |
It was written, written in the
wind |
Watchful and present in my
thoughts |
Because my world is only
imperfect |
Because without you I'm
incomplete |
|
Everything is different if you
are not here |
A second is an eternity |
My solitude is a tragedy |
The ruthless time keeps
passing by |
It slips through my hands
escaping |
|
And now you see me, here I am |
With all this time to my self |
I want to forget. I want to start over |
but my mind is already gone |
And now you see me, here I am |
So incomplete without you |
that I no longer have breath
to live |
|
It's not my intention for it
to be endless |
But I can no longer forget you |
I shall continue, I shall
conform |
Being incomplete is not
remarkable |
|
Everything is different if you
are not here |
A second is an eternity |
My solitude is a tragedy |
The ruthless time keeps
passing by |
It slips through my hands
escaping |
|
And now you see me, here I am |
With all this time to my self |
I want to forget. I want to start over |
but my mind is already gone |
|
And now you see me, here I am |
So incomplete without you |
that I no longer have breath
to live |
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Empty spaces silence the wind |
Darkened faces without a
foundation |
Inside of me peace doesn't
exist |
My soul escapes through where
I go |
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