La Noche Que Te Fuiste (part. Raúl Iriarte)

Sometimes when in a dream
Your image appears
Radiant and fleeting like a ray of sun
I feel your hands warming mine
Trembling and cold and speaking of your love

Then slowly
My spirit falls asleep
Subtle lullaby of an old song

The one I used to sing
When you were mine
Ghost of yesterday that mockingly fades away

The night you left
Sadder than any
The moon grew pale
And my loneliness turned grayer

The rain punishing
My anguish on the window
And the wind whispering
Will never come again

The night you left
Snow fell on my weariness
And a breath of cold enveloped things

My dreams and my youth
Fell dead at my feet
The night you left
My heart left too