Que Voy A hacer
Dyango
What Am I Going to Do
The afternoon is dying at my window
I breathe in the air with a taste of nothing
I feel cold without cold, unsettling
Boredom, I lost my desire
*The room that is small
Looks so big, the hours
Are endless distances
My dreams today seem unattainable
And I feel fear, the afternoon dies
What am I going to do when tonight
I don't have you here in my bed
What am I going to do when I wake up
Alone and sad in the morning
What am I going to do when the harsh
Reality hits me in the face, and I realize
That you're gone, that you're not here...
What am I going to do.
(Repeat from *)
