Frente a Frente
Enrique Bunbury
Face to Face
Remains, so little remains
Of our love
There is barely anything left
Just a thousand words remain
Only silence remains
That makes the cold and long night explode
The never-ending night
Only that remains
Only the desire remains
To cry
Seeing our love
Drifting apart
Face to face
We lower our gaze
As there is nothing left
To talk about, nothing
There is little tenderness left
And sometimes
Doing something crazy
A forced kiss remains
A kind gesture remains
To make life
Bearable
And drown the sorrows
Remains
Only the desire to cry remains
Seeing our love drift apart
Face to face
We lower our gaze
As there is nothing left
To talk about, nothing
Only the desire to cry remains
Seeing our love drift apart
Face to face
We lower our gaze
As there is nothing left
To talk about, nothing
There is nothing left
There is nothing left
Of our love, barely a thousand words
Face to face
We lower our gaze
There is nothing left
Nothing, nothing, nothing
There is nothing left
Nothing