Las lágrimas de mi almohada

If it weren't so damn complicated
The game of love
Even if it sometimes hurt
I could be better
But it burns like a shot
Made in betrayal

When I pass by your house
I try not to look
And the shadows of the window
Behind which I know you are
They call me, it always happens the same

With the tears on my pillow
The story is written up to today
With the tears on my pillow
From the first time my heart was broken

I see you again breaking the wind
On a gray motorcycle
With a chest that is not my chest
Against your back and end
I wake up with my whole body
Bathed in sweat
In your hands I touched the sky
Wrapped in so much light
That now that everything looks black
I want to know if you
Miss me, I can't take it anymore

With the tears on my pillow
The story is written up to today
Between drops of bitter rain
From the first sentimental slip

It's the tears on my pillow
That tell the story up to today
Like symbols on a map
Of the first time
I've been left like this

I stuff myself with chocolate
I sleep little, I don't pay attention
In class
What the hell can I do,
to feel okay again?

With the tears on my pillow
The story is written up to today
With the tears on my pillow
From the first time I feel so bad
It's the tears on my pillow
That tell the story up to today
It's the tears on my pillow
Who for the first time, speak of me