Brisa de abril

Another night at the window the sky
Crashes very far from here.
Another night waiting it seems like the sun
Won't come out.
And staring at the ceiling my eyes draw
A pretty face that I imagined.
And I dive headfirst, it seems like the ground
Is harder than yesterday.

But you're not here anymore.
You disappeared with the wind
On an April night.
I want to believe you still exist.
If you had little time, even if it was
A moment to live,
I would give you a hundred thousand kisses, each one with
A verse I wrote for you.

It's not easy to live without the perfumes
I got used to over time
Nor with empty nightgowns
Your scent disappeared with the wind.

But you're not here anymore.
You disappeared with the wind
On an April night.
I want to believe you still exist.

If you had little time, even if it was
A moment to live,
I would give you a hundred thousand kisses, each one with
A verse I wrote for you.