Si No Estás...

I refuse to put names to feelings
I don't want to put a price, expiration date
or flavors to kisses, or color to dark moments.
It's better to let them pass.

My pulse is racing,
the air tastes strange to me
if I lack your sweat.
If you're not in my arms
I break the sky into a thousand pieces,
I give you another song.

But I don't understand when suddenly you don't want me
and I think what the hell did I do wrong
And I chose to stay home crying or be brave
I chose (damn my balls!) the option of not crying.

My pulse is racing,
the air tastes strange to me
if I lack your sweat.
If you're not in my arms
I break the sky into a thousand pieces,
I give you another song.

I get the impression that sometimes I lose my mind a lot
and I don't realize what's around me.
I have a collection with hundreds of broken illusions
thrown on the floor of my room.

My pulse is racing,
the air tastes strange to me
if I lack your sweat.
If you're not in my arms
I break the sky into a thousand pieces,
I give you another song.