Kan du elske meg, stavelse, og gi meg et meningsfylt kyss ? ... Puedes amarme, silabaría, y darme un beso sustantivo ?...

Ah ! 
The anguish,
the vile range, 
the despair of not being able to express
with a shout, an extreme and bitter shout,
the blending of my heart !

I speak,
and the words I say are mere sound.
I suffer,
and it's just me.
Ah !
If I could only wrest from music the secret
Timber of its shout !

What rage that my sorrow can't even shout,
that its shout goes no farther
than the silence,
which returns,
in the air of the night filled with nothing !.