Siempre (feat. Alba)

And I who loved you so much and for so damn long.
And who was the nighttime poet of suffering.
The true messenger of uncertain love.
Today you have banished me from the meadow and I live in the desert.
I am the sin of the dead.
And without your love, I only know that I am dying inside.
But.. below zero. that's how my pen writes.
I am the epitaph of true empty love.
I despair, for miserable ephemeral fear.
My heart, a prisoner, dies in the ice.
For a sincere I love you, I die for you every time I don't feel you.
I swear your love was my breath.
And.. your poison for me only an excuse.
But without it, I would never have deserved you as a muse.
I will be that blues that delved beneath your blouse.
I will be poetry that craves an intrusive rhyme.
Tell me.. is it impossible to stop thinking about her.
With a heart as broken as the kingdom of Pompeii.
The lava doesn't let me breathe and I am dying.
Between the claws of the desire to not have you, my queen.
And here I am like a fool.
Reading the messages you wrote when you loved me so much.
So much that love left slowly...
Slowly.. slowly..

How to forget, the love that goes away...
Because your name remains in the echo.
And it repeats even though I don't have you.
I don't feel you and I'm dying...

After so much searching.
Of sharing the pain between my suffocating soul...
Between hating you and loving you.
Between the love I had for you and not wanting to see you.
And although my love is forever.
My pain is continuous and my failure evident.
And my constant delirium.
The pressure I endure is the abortion of art no...
I'm not a beast. really, I can't even stand myself.
I'm a damn damn, always reciting on the sidewalk.
I shout and repeat in my sphere. I live waiting for a scream.
Everything written is blessed, I only vomit my trail... you !!!
It's my exaggerated restlessness.
If my virtue is to have a thousand defects, what more does it matter.
I have given you my life, my whole life.
You have shattered my poor soul, basket maker.
But tell me why, you say goodbye to me.
I who, I who had never believed in a god.
It doesn't matter, my soul sings..
Maybe, maybe it will recover from the evil this way.
And here I am like a fool.
Reading the messages you wrote when you loved me so much.
So much that love left slowly...
Slowly.. slowly..