Nadie Como Tú
Christina Rosenvinge
No One Like You
Every morning I think of you,
I close my eyes and die again.
And the whole city dies,
Stops beating softly.
You say you suffer much more than me
And that you feel like a deserter,
But there you are, standing,
Saying goodbye, chasing another train.
In a year I won't be here anymore
And your woman won't know that I was
The shadow that darkened
Her almost ideal love story.
I only have a sweater you didn't want
That hugs me even though you no longer do.
No one like you.
