Diciembre
La Oreja de Van Gogh
December
If once I wrote your name next to mine on the wall
Today I return to leave flowers in the shade of a cypress
If your voice is no longer my teacher even in the art of offending
What does it matter to remember who you were
Or who I fell in love with?
If there's nothing left to talk about
If there's nothing left to keep silent
How can it hurt so much
If it snows in hell when remembering
If it's Sunday again when waking up
Stay with me here by my side
When the train of a dead story spends time at the platform
It may be that the grass grows and buries itself under our feet
What does it matter who paid for dinner or if we left a debt
If silence was drawing with the crumbs from the tablecloth?
If there's nothing left to talk about
If there's nothing left to keep silent
How can it hurt so much
If it snows in hell when remembering
If it's Sunday again when waking up
Stay with me here by my side
What does it matter to look at each other
If it's always December?
What does it matter to cross our fingers
If you no longer lie to me?
What does it matter if it rains?
What does it matter if we get wet
If under the umbrella
You're not by my side?
What does it matter who you were
If no one answers?
What does it matter to wait awake
If you hide when you return?
What does the silence matter
Always so sincere
Always so attentive between you and me
When there's no remedy?
