When you are not here,
I am lost between
The touch, That your hands ,
Left in the bends of my face.
And the crash, That your voice,
Left in the corners of my walls.

When you are not here,
I walk on the shores,
To rescue our dreams.
The ones we sketched on the sand,
And the ones we whispered to the breeze.

When you are not here,
I drink the wine of our days.
Just to bring you back along with the bliss .
Tonight , I drank it all ;
And still you are not here.

What did you do,
Please rub off my grieve ;
And tell me what did you do.
To get to the deepest of my soul ,
To change me as no one could.

How did you get in;
If the doors were sheltered.
How did you cross all the barriers;
If all others resisted.
Is it something in your eyes,
Or maybe in your smile;
That makes my determination frail and die .

This hunt for an answer is met with a cloudy day.
And the sky is dripping all what my eyes cannot shed .
Give me hints to your mystery ,
Or just take me away in your ferry .
I will ride with you the storm .
I will take with you the endless road .
And I will keep my love for you.
As my mysterious glory .

Mirandote a los ojos juraríaque
Que tienes algo nuevo que contarme.
Empieza ya mujer, no tengas miedo;
quizá para mañana sea tarde…
quizá para mañana sea tarde.
Cómo es él?
En que lugar se enamoró de ti?
De dónde es?
A qué dedica el tiempo libre?
Preguntale, Por qué ha robado un trozo de mi vida?
Es un ladrón que me ha robado todo.
Ya arréglate mujer, se te hace tarde.
Y llevate el paraguas por si llueve.
El te estará esperando para amarte.
Y yo estaré celoso de perderte.
Y abrigate, te sienta bien ese vestido gris.
Sonriele; que no sopeche que has llorado.
Y déjame que vaya preparando mi equipaje.
Perdóname si te hago otra pregunta…

By Jose Luis Perales

You didn’t change, you are still the one.
Who takes my hand and makes me fly.
With the same ecstasy in the eyes .
And the same charm in the smile.

Everybody nattered about us;
While we swung to the tune of my heart.
A tourbillion of emotions I felt ;
As you whispered in my ear.

I begged you to stop talking ,
And give me time to deem this dream .
We talked and laughed,
And danced to the rhythm of the valse .
Just like the first time .
With the only difference,
That after the dance,
You were no longer mine.