Cuando Tú No Estás
Pedro Guerra
When You're Not Here
When you're not here
The railroad ties fold upon themselves
Leaving the train cars without a departure time
In an endless hangar
When you're not here
Hugs shrink, the spring dries up
There's no fire in the songs
The lighthouse lamp gives up shining
But luckily for the world and for me
You're always there, always there
But luckily for the world and for me
You're always there, always there, always
When you're not here
The linden leaves are absent from their gift
And in all places, hidden
The voiceless birds slumber
When you're not here
The room darkens, the sea intensifies
Empty cities, oceans without fish
Comets without flying
But luckily for the world and for me
You're always there, always there
But luckily for the world and for me
You're always there, always there, always
