Negra Sombra

When I think you're gone,
Black shadow that haunts me,
At the foot of my bed
You return to mock me.
When I imagine you're gone,
In the same sun you appear to me,
You are the shining star,
You are the whispering wind.

If they sing, it's you who sings;
If they cry, it's you who cries,
You are the murmur of the river,
You are the night and the dawn.

You are in everything and everything is you,
You dwell in me and within myself,
You will never leave me,
Shadow that always haunts me