La DuEñA dE Mi aLmA

It's been a while since inspiration visited me,
It's been a while since the stars haven't come down to my window,
It's been a while since the east wind doesn't fight,
It's been a while since my mind doesn't speak to me,
It's been a while since my song says nothing,
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
I'm lost in nothing,
It says there's no wound the heart doesn't suffer
and here I have mine that was born from an illusion,
and it's gone, it's gone,
the owner of my soul,
it's gone, it's gone,
and I couldn't hold onto her.
The one who got into my mind
and made me shed four tears
it's gone, it's gone,
and I couldn't hold onto her.
If I were a painter, I would paint my portrait,
I would paint a bohemian or a failed clown,
someone who lives the night like a frustrated lover,
someone who thinks he's strong and has never cried
nothing, nothing, nothing.
I'm fallen into nothing,
many times relief is my room and my guitar
but now that I'm alone, it's always lying on my bed.
It's gone, it's gone
the owner of my soul,
it's gone, it's gone
and I couldn't hold onto her.
The one who satisfied my kisses with illusions that were in vain.
It's gone, it's gone
the owner of my soul,
who's gone, it's gone
and I couldn't hold onto her