Cuando Tu Me Faltas

Oh, I'm going slowly,
How slowly I go.
Overboard I pour my selfishness,
With the optimism of seeing if now I advance better
And without it, I am left defenseless
To the terrible and sweet touch of your skin.
Tell me now, don't be silent, confess
How you discovered where it was going to hurt me.

How slowly I go,
Quite slowly I go.
Where the hell did my hurry get lost
Or was it your kleptomaniac laughter that stole it.
You are destiny's punishment
Or you are the right path to salvation.
Player who ended up as a piece,
The perfect project
Of the great loser.

I would already be flirting with other kisses,
Those that unharmed, now taste like nothing.
Picking up pleasures and stories
As if by chance, fallen from anonymous skirts.
I would already be free as the wind,
Being an element of the dawn,
If it weren't for what I feel
When I miss you.

Already bohemian always to my liking,
Drunk with madness and the soul quite disheveled,
Confirming that love is not that
But four letters that are disorganized.
If you knew everything you have done,
Everything you fill, everything you kill.
If it weren't for what I feel
When I miss you.