El último adiós

Today I just want to talk to myself in my glass,
today I breathe in the sigh of your last goodbye
do I have to throw myself into the game, I failed in love...

I'm missing two hours
to see something positive in this, my failure
to think that I'm worth more than what's in my glass,
if no one will wait for me at dawn...

It stopped being a game when you said I love you
it started being my torture when you said I'm sorry
nice to have met you but goodbye...

And here you have me, waiting for time
sitting on the minute hand of my clock
and waiting for you to come back, I don't want to be sober
life is more beautiful with your love...

And here you have me, waiting for time
sitting on the minute hand and tired of waiting,
waiting for you to come back, I don't want to be sober
life is more beautiful from the minibar...

Faithful companion of my lonely nights
I like to imagine her and play with the thought,
that she's still with me and will soon return...

I need another drink, I need to forget about you
I need to convince myself
that I can go on without you...

It stopped being a game when you said I love you
it started being my torture when you said I'm sorry
nice to have met you but goodbye...

And here you have me, waiting for time
sitting on the minute hand of my clock
waiting for you to come back, I don't want to be sober
life is more beautiful with your love...

And here you have me, waiting for time
sitting on the minute hand and tired of waiting
waiting for you to come back, I don't want to be sober
life is more beautiful from the minibar...

And on the edge of the abyss crying,
I get rid of the kisses you gave me
my soul on the ground and a glass in hand...

(repeat)
A glass of love...