Todo eso que nos queda

There is time, there are people
Above all, good people
There are friends like soldiers
Who are always by my side

There are stories and songs
And brave hearts
There is bread on the table
There are wines and beers

There are records forever
There are Mays and Decembers
There are kisses on the mouth
And the luck that touches us

But the best thing that remains
Is your unpainted little face
That looks at me and says things without speaking

The sun remains, the night remains
Early mornings in your car
Afternoons in your bed remain
And the remedy that heals me

There is a road ahead
There is swelling and there is endurance
Your hand remains on my back
And mine on your skirt

But the best thing that remains
Is your unpainted little face
That looks at me and says things without speaking

There is a plan in the battle
And a plan B in case something fails
The fire remains in winter
And a party in hell

There are trips, there are flowers
The dreamed and the loves
There is faith and a high forehead
There is everything that is missing