Vivo

I ask you, friend breeze,
Fly to her hair,
Give her my caresses,
And my heart.
Tell her ear that I love her,
That not having her is a sin,
That I live hallucinating that she will come back.

And you, dear moon,
My faithful confidant,
Tell me if she feels,
That I can't take it anymore.
Write to her with the stars,
That I only live for her,
And that I need her to breathe.

And now I live crazy, delirious, and blindly hers,
Living waiting for her to call and hear her voice,
Living under the stars,
Trying to find her trace,
Living but already lifeless since she's gone.
And I only live a prisoner at her whim, slave to her eyes,
Living only to love her more each day,
Living embracing her shadow,
Dreaming that my skin names her,
Living and dying at the thought that my peace left,
That she won't come back.

And you, dear moon,
My faithful confidant,
Tell me if she feels,
That I can't take it anymore.
Write to her with the stars,
That I only live for her,
And that I need her to breathe.

And now I live crazy, delirious, and blindly hers,
Living waiting for her to call and hear her voice,
Living under the stars,
Trying to find her trace,
Living but already lifeless since she's gone.
And I only live a prisoner at her whim, slave to her eyes,
Living only to love her more each day,
Living embracing her shadow,
Dreaming that my skin names her,
Living and dying at the thought that my peace left,
That she won't come back.

That she won't come back