Esta Noche
Panteón Rococó
Tonight
How many times did you look at me without stopping to think?
How many times did I dream of caressing your body?
How many times were your hands and my hands accomplices of skin?
How many times did we look at each other, touch each other until dawn?
And time passed and everything changed.
And time passed and everything ended.
And tonight, this drink is for you.
Tonight, I wish you were here.
How many times did I kiss you and you started to fly?
What about those days? We couldn't stop loving each other.
How many things slipped through our fingers without thinking, without wanting?
And that good time we had that can never come back.
How many times did I ask you to forget about the things of yesterday?
How many times did you ask me to respect your way of being?
How many times have we offended each other
And many times whispered in each other's ears?
How many times have we faced each other and love was put aside?
And time passed
and everything changed.
And time passed
and everything ended.
And we let our moments slip away.
And tired, we didn't make the effort,
to save what we built together,
the moments we lived day by day.
And here, far from you,
taking time for my wounds to heal.
And sitting here, at the station,
Your longing for this song.
For so long,
go to hell.
So many reproaches.
So much outburst.
And tonight,
Just tonight...
And tonight,
I would like
to toast to you.