De Alguna Manera
Joan Manuel Serrat
Somehow
Somehow I will have to forget you, as much as I want, it's not easy, you know, I lack the strength, it's been too late and nothing else, and nothing else, barely anything else.
The nights bring you closer and tangle the air, my lips dry up and I try to kiss you. How cold is the wax of a kiss from no one and nothing else, and nothing else, barely anything else. The stone hours seem to tire and time combs itself with a lover's gesture. Somehow I will have to forget you and nothing else, and nothing else, barely anything else.