La Ciudad Sin Ti
Los Angeles Negros
The City Without You
Walking, how sad it is to walk
If I don't feel you next to me;
Everything is colder if you're not here,
The city seems dead,
Like a long loneliness of steel and gray.
A coffee, the same table at a cafe
To seek intimacy,
A cigarette and a whiskey,
This silence of the skin,
And the bitterness of knowing you're not here anymore.
But I go, a useless traveler of your love,
On a path without end,
Under a mocking traffic light.
And on every corner
My pain stops to think,
And invites me to dream, dream, dream.
Where will you escape, pain of the streets,
In your doorway my love's faith died without light;
The night grows, moons of anguish,
And the city shares its loneliness with me.
But I go, a useless traveler of your love,
On a path without end,
Under a mocking traffic light.
And on every corner
My pain stops to think,
And invites me to dream, dream, dream.
Where will you escape, pain of the streets,
In your doorway my love's faith died without light;
The night grows, moons of anguish,
And the city shares its loneliness with me.
How sad the city is without you
