Te regalo la lluvia

I give you the rain from my eyes,
I give you the longing of my hands,
so when you miss me,
they keep embracing you.

I give you the penultimate 'I love you'
because as long as my mouth has a voice,
it will not stop naming you,
even if it hurts my heart.

And so it will be, because forgetting
is a way of thinking of you, and even
though my heart feels wounded, I
have no choice but to miss you.

And so it will be, because if I deny that I never
loved you, I don't exist, I die waiting
with your memory, hanging a thousand 'I love yous'
to the moon.

It will always be like this.....

I give you my tired eyelids,
oh! this nest of tied dreams,
so when you miss me,
you feel me by your side.

And so it will be, because forgetting
is a way of thinking of you, and even
though my heart feels wounded, I
have no choice but to adore you.

It will be like this, it will be like this...

And so it will be, because if I deny that I never
loved you, I don't exist, I die waiting
with your memory, hanging a thousand 'I love yous'
to the moon.

It will be like this, it will always be like this.....

And so it will be, because forgetting
is a way of thinking of you, and even
though my heart feels wounded, I
have no choice but to miss you.

It will be like this...it will always be like this.....it will always be like this