Tu Alma Te Mira Hoy

Your soul looks at you today
From a corner of light
And cries for the absence
Of a scent of laurel

Of a jug with wine and sun
Of freshly cut flowers
And that smell of tobacco
That he used to leave you

And today, so far away
Nothing will make you live again
Those days when
Upon waking up
You asked for a glass of fresh water
That someone would give you at dawn

And today, so far away
Nothing will make you live again
Those days when
Upon waking up
You asked for a glass of fresh water
That someone would give you at dawn

Your days have turned into years
My years into old age and absence
Your time was my time
Your time was
My death, yours