Vivir Sin Ella

Walking without her is to go aimlessly,
to take refuge like a child, in the arms of loneliness,
to return without her is so delirious,
so harmful, so frustrating,
that I don't want to come home.

It's like having my hands full of her,
her laughter, her hips,
and knowing she's not there,
it's like sitting down to pluck stars,
under a new moon through the window.

Chorus:
Living without her is to be chained to that body
that I love, it's fearing loneliness,
living without her is surrendering at every moment,
it's falling, it's getting up and starting for her.

This, it's not normal,
it's wanting to fly to where she is,
this is not normal,
it's wanting to fly to where she is.

The night without her is a bitter drink,
it's looking at the calendar,
it's crying, friends, it's crying.

It's like having my hands full of her...

Chorus:

Living without her is to be chained to that body.

I don't know what it's like to live without her, I don't know what it's like to live,
(I don't know what it's like to live, with my suffocating loneliness)
I don't know what it's like to live without her, I don't know what it's like to live,
(and the hours seem longer, without her presence).

I don't know what it's like to live without her, I don't know what it's like to live,
(arriving home alone, with this sadness on my back)
I don't know what it's like to live without her, I don't know what it's like to live,
(everything reminds me of her, that song on the radio, the photo on the table)
I don't know what it's like to live without her, I don't know what it's like to live,
(sadness dominates me, if she's not there).