Quiero ser tu Pasado

I don't seek in your faith the conscience, to redeem myself,
Nor do I want to feel blessed after surrendering,
I don't want to hear that your arms, search for me in vain,
To tie comets to the dream, that make your lips cry.

I don't expect future sorrows in sorrowful cloths,
Nor dead petals tired of seeing you out of boredom,
I don't feel it's worth lying that I love you,
So that the silence hurts us if we, part ways.

I don't want to steal your future,
I don't want to take you out of the world,
I'm not interested in getting lost in promises,
That I know I won't fulfill.

I want to be your past,
And have the certainty of who witnessed it,
I want to be your past,
Simply the memory that makes you happy.

I want to be,
Your encounter, your street, your space,
Your wait, your love, your weariness,
I want to be the memory that hurts.
And dress in forgetfulness, tonight.

I want to be your past,
And have the certainty of who witnessed it,
I want to be your past,
Simply the memory that makes you happy.

I want to be,
Your encounter, your street, your space,
Your wait, your love, your weariness,
I want to be the memory that hurts,
And dressed in forgetfulness and night,
Let the future, tell you about me,
Your past.