Tu ausencia

In the wee hours
When the train still waits
And the footprints of the road
Always cry

I will march into the unknown
To forget this life
And I will always carry the love
That you have given me

I will change the customs
And leave the poor house
To open windows
That will give you shelter

I will fight against the loneliness
Of your absence
And your lovely memory
Will help me wake up

There are words, words
That I haven't told you
And I won't have your hands
Or your lips

When the intense cold
Clouds my mind
And the weary road
Cries out the rage of emptiness

I will fight against the shadows
I will survive the storms
And I will fill the air, drop by drop
With your scent, Lucía

There are words, words
That I haven't told you
And I will have your hands
And your lips, Lucía