Sin Tu Latido (part. Luis Eduardo Aute)

There are some who say
That all roads lead to Rome
And it's true, because mine
Leads me every night to the void that names you

And I talk to it and release it
A smile, a blasphemy, and two defeats
Then I turn off your eyes
And sleep with your name kissing my mouth

Oh, my love
How terribly absurd it is to be alive
Without the soul of your body, without your heartbeat
Without your heartbeat

May the end of this story
Umpteenth autobiography of a failure
Not serve as an example
Some claim that love is a miracle

That there is no evil that cannot be cured
But neither is there good that lasts a hundred years
That almost saves it
The bad thing is the nights that wet my hand

Oh, my love
How terribly absurd it is to be alive
Without the soul of your body, without your heartbeat
Without your heartbeat

Although everything is already nothing
I don't know why you hide and run from my encounter
To know about your life
I don't think it violates any commandment

So terrible is the hatred
That you don't even dare to show me your contempt
But don't mind me
What happens to me is that I don't understand this world

Oh, my love
How terribly absurd it is to be alive
Without the soul of your body, without your heartbeat
Without your heartbeat

Oh, my love
How terribly absurd it is to be alive
Without the soul of your body, without your heartbeat
Without your heartbeat

Oh, my love
How terribly absurd it is to be alive
Without the soul of your body, without your heartbeat
Without your heartbeat

Oh, my love
How terribly absurd it is to be alive
Without the soul of your body, without your heartbeat
Without your heartbeat