Este contigo, este no estas
This one with you.
This one you are not so strange.
This madness that does not leave me to be.
And this night that is not of moon.
And your that you have gone not to return.
This cartel of cinema that does not shine.
And these velitas that will not burn.
This concert of drops of rain.
They are my loneliness.
You are prohibited for my so distantly.
And your recollection pierces the skin(leather).
And between(among) your kisses or me I die by night.
And if the day comes awake me without fe.
And if I have you I flood myself with life.
If I you do not have that mas can lose.
And already my eyes weep for your farewell.
Already not to return.
I cannot be without you, my Sun.
I cannot already live, my love.
If you move away of my, you will see.
That you will die...
The body hurts(grieves) me, of crying.
I do not sit(feel) the soul if not these.
If I move away from you, already be.
That I will die...
I cannot be without you, my Sun.
I cannot already live, my love.
If you move away of my, you will see.
That you will die...
The body hurts(grieves) me, of crying.
I do not sit(feel) the soul if not these.
If I move away from you, already be.
That I will die...
Morire, morire, morire, morire.