So many nights observing your physiognomy,
As always, so perfect,
Looking for my lips, without stopping,
Sliding through the curves of my body.
Now, in each verse I write to you,
What to tell you, I can not even,
To tell you that you left my soul, in agony,
Tell you that I live dying.
Feeling myself to be a petal dancing with the wind,
Feeling that you do not love me, as I love you.
To feel that you hurt, so deep inside,
Tell you that I live dying.
Hold on to the memories, because I do not have you,
Forget you, even if you kill me, for moments,
Moments in which my life is gone,
Because I'm dying.
