Te Extraño Los Domingos a Las Dos de La Mañana

I miss you on Sundays at two in the morning
When my guitar cries your favorite song
When I leave those suicidal tears on my bed
I miss you on Sundays at two in the morning

I miss you helplessly in the heat of the beach
When I wake up crying with your image on my pillow
When I wander through the nights, addicted to nostalgia
I miss you on Sundays at two in the morning