Moscas En La Casa

My days without you are so dark
So long, so gray, my days without you
My days without you are so absurd
So bitter, so hard, my days without you

My days without you have no nights
If one appears, it's useless to sleep
My days without you are a waste
The hours have no beginning or end

So lacking in air
So full of nothing
Useless junk
Trash on the floor
Flies in the house

My days without you are like a sky
Without silver moons or traces of sun
My days without you are just an echo
That always repeats the same song

So lacking in air
So full of nothing
Useless junk
Trash on the floor
Flies in the house

Kicking the stones
I'm still waiting for you to come back to me
I'm still searching in the faces of the elderly
For pieces of a child

Hunting for reasons that make me believe
That I'm still alive
Biting my nails, drowning in tears
Missing you so much

My days without you
My days without you
My days without you
How the days without you hurt!

Without you
Without you