Algo Me Falta

Something's missing when your absence comes around,
When your silence sings so long inside of me.
Something's missing with your voice in the distance,
Without your lonely smile, even my voice feels empty.

I want to feel you in every corner of my home,
Imagine you here with me every day.
Just as you are, melancholic, secretive,
Something impossible, maternal, human in the end.
And if this isn't love, I don't want anything,
And if this isn't love, then it's just loneliness.
If this emptiness isn't filled,
In my throat, there will be songs
To remember you, my love.

Something's missing if I don't have your words,
Your sweet hands in the early morning hours,
Your hair down in the silence of an embrace,
Your brown skin resting in my desire.

I want to feel you in every corner of my home,
Imagine you here with me every day.
Just as you are, melancholic, secretive,
Something impossible, maternal, human in the end.
And if this isn't love, I don't want anything,
And if this isn't love, then it's just loneliness.
If this emptiness isn't filled,
In my throat, there will be songs
To remember you, my love.

And if my guitar sheds its skin in your absence,
In the immortal of my songs, you'll live on.