Noche y Día
Marco Antonio Muñiz
Night and Day
I spend night and day thinking,
If destiny were to separate me from you.
I have spent many nights crying
I can't even console myself saying this:
That day the butterflies won't come
With their loving wings
To settle among the flowers.
That day there won't be a ray of joy
Because they know that day
You have stopped loving me.
And that night there won't be lyrical extravagances
Of gentle songs,
Of Pierrots in love.
And that day, when you stop being mine
Spring will sing
This sad melody.
That night there won't be lyrical extravagances
Of gentle songs,
Of Pierrots in love.
And that day, when you stop being mine
Spring will sing
This sad melody.
That night, that day
Spring will sing
This sad melody.
