Tonight I feel sad
Although the silence of midnight
wants to interrupt my memories,
its attempt is in vain.
Today I feel empty
I have an abyss in my chest,
even today I would like
to shout at loneliness
to leave me alone... but she mocks me...
How do I stop thinking about
so many voices?
How do I stop feeling so much pain?
If at least your chest was my pillow, surely I wouldn't have this struggle with insomnia.....
I'd be listening
to the beating of your beautiful heart,
it would be your breathing
like a lullaby for my soul
and your arms,
even your hands could be my shelter....
But what do I say,
it's my turn to wrap myself in the cold and say good night to my shadow.
(Spanish Version)
Esta noche me siento triste
Aunque el silencio de la medianoche quiera interrumpir mis recuerdos ,
es en vano su intento
Hoy me siento vacía
Tengo un abismo en el pecho,
incluso hoy quisiera gritarle
a la soledad que me deje en paz...
pero ella se burla de mí
Como dejo de pensar en tantas voces, como dejo de sentir tanto dolor.
Si al menos tu pecho
fuera mi almohada,
seguramente no tendría esta lucha
con el insomnio...
Estaría escuchando los latidos de tu hermoso corazón, seria tu respiración como una canción de cuna para mi alma y tus brazos, incluso tus manos pudieran ser mi resguardo...
Pero que digo,
me toca arroparme con el frío
y decirle buenas noches a mi sombra.
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