Dias Buenos, Dias Malos

Among the days that seem gray
Among the days that seem clear
All the nights continue to be horrible
And Sundays continue to be strange

Among the photos that I haven't deleted
Because it seems like years are being erased
And the truth is that I don't want to
And how I want those memories that I carry

That I carry and weigh
Oh, how they burn!
Sometimes they quiet down and embrace me

And sometimes they let me fly
And other times I drown at the bottom of the sea
Sometimes it's hard for me to accept that I still miss her

There are times when I start to let go
And other times I gather and get tangled up again
How could she let go?
If it hurts so much
If it hurts so much

Among the days that seem bad
Among the days that seem good
Among beers with friends
There's a path that is very long and slow
From home to the destination or back

In the car with the music we listen to
Or in my bed with the dreams that await me
With the stupid lie that you call and come back
And think that leaving was a mistake

And I heard your voice again
Without the raw feeling that you're far away
And that everything ended

There are times when I can fly
And other times I drown at the bottom of the sea
Sometimes it's hard for me to accept that I still miss her

There are times when I start to let go
And other times I gather and get tangled up again
How could she let go?
If it hurts so much
If it hurts so much

There are times when I can fly
And other times I drown at the bottom of the sea
Sometimes it's hard for me to accept that I still miss her
And it hurts so much