Estoy Aqui

"He belongs to her,
And she belongs to the past,
And the laughs, the screams, and the complaints,
Those don't belong to anyone,
Those are a gift from me.

The rain was falling on the balcony,
And you, smoking a cigarette on the armchair,
Your voice, calling me to the balcony to watch it rain.

My hands were going from the strings to the paper,
Also, your eyes from my face to the wall,
Without faith, knowing that the rain has stopped.

I'm here, without you,
Sunken in silence,
I'm without you, here,
Wishing you'd come back to me,
Let's go to the balcony, to watch it rain.

"He sees her with tearful eyes,
She no longer looks at him, but she remembers him,
Because of some photos,
Some old photos that have worn out,
Just like the promises of eternal love
That were lost over the years,
She is tired and bored,
He is looking at her and hardly sees anything,
What did he fall in love with?,
Why does she look like smoke?,
Why is he spending his life inventing?"

You always swore that one day you wouldn't come back,
Because, together there was nothing else to do,
Then, you'd drive around until six.

The rain keeps falling on the balcony,
And you're not with your cigarette on the armchair,
And I'm trying to write you this song.

I'm here, without you,
Sunken in silence,
I'm without you, here,
Wishing you'd come back to me,
Let's go to the balcony, to watch it rain.

I'm here, without you,
Sunken in silence,
I'm without you, here,
Wishing you'd come back to me,
Let's go to the balcony, to watch it rain."