Buena Mañana Tenga Febrero

The night sounds through the window,
it comes from January
your heart.
Good morning February
as long as
love keeps coming and going.

I must walk life is narrow
like a mountain pass
uncertain, wavering, dangerous,
suffocating,
all day my emptiness greets me,
my emptiness,
my emptiness.

I walk tired
with winter
inside my chest
like a flower.
All the death
of so many people
who give a kiss
love has taken them away.

Among everything I am so alone,
alone in the middle of a street,
in broad daylight with its people.
Alone in the square and alone at home
all day my emptiness greets me,
my emptiness,
my emptiness.

la lalalayla...
Good morning February
as long as love keeps
coming and going.