Rotina

The sun hasn't arrived yet and the clock just woke up
From the bedroom door, still in the dim light, I look again
Your sleeping and barely covered body almost doesn't let me go
I close my eyes, turn my back, in an effort I have to leave

The same commute, the same time, the same thoughts come
My body is with me, but my mind is still with her
Now I imagine her hands searching in vain for my presence
In our bed, I wish I knew what she's thinking

I'm arriving for another day of work that begins
While at home she wakes up to the routine of her day
I can almost see the warm water sliding on her body
In colorful drops by the light coming from the window glass

Styling her hair putting on her favorite perfume
In front of the mirror she hides it all in a dress
After a coffee, with a distant look, she gets lost in thought
She lights a cigarette and looking at the smoke she stops and thinks of me

The day goes by, the afternoon comes and at night I wait
I count the hours that separate me from everything I want the most
My face lights up with a smile at the moment of leaving
I can't control my urge to run away now

The traffic makes me lose my calm and the thought continues
Thinking about my return, many times she comes to look at the street
The door opens and suddenly I'm completely enveloped in her arms
And our love begins and only ends when a new day is born
A day of routine, a day of routine

The sun hasn't arrived yet on a routine day
Our love begins and only ends when a new day is born