Cuando Tu No Estas
Roberto Goyeneche
When You're Not Here
Alone on the path of my destiny
without the shelter of your gaze,
I'm like a bird that on the way
broke the strings of its song.
When you're not here, the flower doesn't perfume,
if you leave, the mist surrounds me;
the thrush, the fountain, and the stars
lose their seduction for me.
When you're not here, my hope dies,
if you go, my illusion goes away.
Listen to my lament, which I trust to the wind,
everything is pain when you're not here.
The resplendent dawn is born,
clear morning, beautiful rose bush,
the star shines, the fountain sings,
life laughs, because you're here.
