Me Vació Al Perderte

There is a drawer, made of wood where disordered
lots of dry leaves flee
leaves that I wrote one day.
When I feel like it, when I have some joy,
I will return to my abandoned house
where something of me still lives.
But I know I am very far away,
I won't stop looking at myself in the mirror.
No matter how much the moon comes out, I won't stop looking at you.
Now that I have you in front of me, you don't seem so surprising.
I was sublimated by getting closer and emptied by losing you.
Emptied by losing you.
Someday, someday I will be able to know who I am,
now I can't catch myself even with a net,
my heart beats too much not to discover myself.
My life, forgive me if I don't pay attention to you.
Don't you see that I live in the clouds and that..
get rid of your shell already.
And let me, let me, let me,
Although I know it's the same as before,
I no longer dare to look ahead,
I hold your hand and you wear gloves,
you don't look at me so intently anymore,
and I wish that when I go to bed
I feel something different
Different...
Different...