Mi Cama Mi Almohada
Armando Manzanero
My Bed My Pillow
My bed, my pillow, my cravings, my desires
They are waiting for you
The pleasure of hearing you, loving to feel you
They are waiting for you
The desire to see you sleeping in my arms
Is unsettling me
Feeling your sigh at the touch of a kiss
Is already making me sick
My dream asleep
My lost path
We are longing for you
My dream dyed in white sheets
We are searching for you
I spend sleepless nights
Scratching, dreaming of your hair
I devour your complete letters
Relief from my cruel insomnia
And everything remains in a great emptiness
If nonetheless I tremble from the cold
Please don't be late
Because our bedroom is dying of boredom
