Al final de la noche

At the end of the night
I’ll disappear.
You’ll only have my name,
don’t ask why.

At the end of the night
you’ll search for me,
extending your arm
asking for a little more.
And you won’t find me,
then you’ll cry,
thinking at the same time,
how to make me change.

I’ll leave the door
firmly shut,
as tight as a locked-up solution.
And I know you’ll hate me,
but I couldn’t stand
the light of day
with your company,
the light of day.

At the end of the night,
I’ll disappear...