Let My Soul Cry by María 
Let my soul cry, 
 
May memories devour me, 
 
May life, in its cruel game, 
 
Hold me tight in its wakefulness. 
 
Let sadness be my friend, 
 
Let it cover in tears all my wounds. 
 
I will be a dancer in the rain, 
 
Under gray skies, in their misery. 
 
I will be the last piece of bread, 
 
In a home where zeal runs scarce. 
 
I am the song that is never sung, 
 
The one that laughs, the one that breaks. 
 
I am a broken woman, searching for parts, 
 
The piece that's missing in my sorrows, 
 
In a puzzle that never comes together, 
 
In a silence that envelops with its calm. 
 
Let my soul cry, 
 
Let my eyes, like rivers, flow. 
 
Let them mix with the serene, 
 
Allow me to scream to the full wind. 
 
To cling to the naked breeze, 
 
To be reborn among shadows, without a doubt. 
 
May each tear be a song, 
 
A step toward a future, crying, smiling, and dancing. 
 
Let me be covered with time, with dead hours, 
 
With bitter tastes and new nostalgias. 
 
Let me be reborn, without first shedding 
 
The pain that the cycle of life produces and its turn