El Tiempo Dirá

It's early for the sun
But late to talk, my love,
So late that the night's breath seems to end
In words, nothing more.
In words, nothing more,
But not to think.
Maybe among the leaves that never fell
The truth will be lost.
At this hour I lose my memory if I'm not with you.
Buddy, I lost my way at the last bar
And spent the whole night asking the moon
If I can go back...
If I can go back.
But she didn't answer me,
But she didn't say anything:
If she didn't break the silence, maybe I didn't speak clearly
When the sun was almost rising.
When the sun was almost rising,
At the time of forgiveness,
The time that slowly pulls out your hoarse confession
And clouds your vision.
At this hour I lose my memory and the rest is history:
Waiter, I lost my money gambling my salary
With gambling professionals.
I came back almost inconsolable
Where I will always end up,
Where I keep what I find, where I sleep and wake up with the sun,
Where I will always wait for you.
But no one was waiting for me,
But no one was laughing,
There was only a letter and ads in the mailbox,
And the letter wasn't mine.
It's never too late if happiness comes looking for you one day,
The sea will cleanse the wounds with water and salt...
And it will be time to start over, not to see you anymore.
It will be almost time
To start over, not to see you anymore.
It's about time
To start over, not to see you anymore...
Time will tell.