Qué Bien

How good that sunlight keeps entering my pupils,
How good that in my brain
Information exchanges occur,
How timely you got in the middle
How good that with my fingers I feel the cold and your warmth,
How good that impulses run through my nerves
Telling me you're in my room
That you haven't left and that you're close to me

It wouldn't be the same to imagine you
Than to study you in detail.
I will use every passing second
To test our physical abilities
I will only be left without trying one sense,
The sense of ridicule for feeling free and alive

And how great, how clever, how indecent,
How wonderfully timely
The gust of wind that has daringly united
Your scent with mine.
And what a way to lose our composure
And what a way to lose our manners,
Nothing matters anymore, the world is ending,
There will be nothing left,
Let's enjoy the last supper

It wouldn't be the same to imagine you
Than to study you in detail.
I will use every passing second
To test our physical abilities
I will only be left without trying one sense,
The sense of ridicule for feeling free and alive
I will only be left without trying one sense,
The sense of ridicule for feeling free and alive