Mañana seca

It ends and the cold enters my sun
It ends and what life do I have left today
The emptiness in my eyes that don't see you.

It's impossible
It's impossible that

It's a dry tomorrow
I miss your kisses
And your warmth in my bed
And your warmth in my bed, oh no

What good are the
desires if you're not here
What good is my day, tell me
The emptiness in my eyes that don't see you.

It's impossible
It's impossible that

It's a dry tomorrow
I miss your kisses
And your warmth in my bed
And your warmth in my bed, oh no.