Desencantada

The sun woke up and the light of your gaze blinded me.
And upon seeing the clarity, I quickly discovered you weren't there.
And upon hearing your voice, I quickly realized there was nothing.
This cruel madness takes hold of me, of my soul.

And the night arrived and the desolation,
loneliness that floods my corner here.
It turns into a distant red color.
Far from the warmth, looking at a gray sky of clouds of pain,
remembering you, to feel the lost illusion,
lost in my mind.

And waiting for you is what I want,
embracing my pillow.
And waiting for you and for you to wait for me,
feeling in love.
And waiting for you, convincing the voice of hope.
And waiting for you and not living disenchanted.

The sun woke up and the light of your gaze blinded me.
And upon seeing the clarity, I quickly discovered you weren't there.
And upon hearing your voice, I quickly realized there was nothing.
This cruel madness takes hold of me, of my soul.

And the night arrived and the desolation,
loneliness that floods my corner here.
It turns into a distant red color.
Far from the warmth, looking at a gray sky of clouds of pain,
remembering you, to feel the lost illusion,
lost in my mind.

And waiting for you is what I want,
embracing my pillow.
And waiting for you and for you to wait for me,
feeling in love.
And waiting for you, convincing the voice of hope.
And waiting for you and not living disenchanted.
(Repeat)