Tu pelo en mi almohada

I don't know if I'm...
dying slowly
or in your gaze...
I get trapped,
I don't know what it is.

It's not what you see...
I still haven't gotten used
to seeing you pass by...
and me sitting down
always in front of the sea.

And I don't want the night to take me
feeling like I won't see
your hair, resting on my pillow,
and dancing until dawn.

There's a place...
in the horizon
where your voice
pronounces my name.
Tell me today...
if you'll come back.

I don't know if there will be...
a sigh like that
in all the earth.

And I don't want the night to take me
feeling like I won't see
your hair, resting on my pillow,
and dancing until dawn.

I don't know if I'm...
dying slowly.