El Beso Del Adiós
Hasta que no queden más palabras,
hasta que el silencio sea mejor,
hasta que me olvide de esa marca
que quedo en mi corazón.
Voy a imaginarme que no estabas
voy a imaginar adonde estoy
voy a simular que ya no hay nada
que no siento este dolor.
Decir adiós es no volver
es no encontrar una forma de tenerte
para mi,
tal vez sea mejor así.
Puedo ver la lluvia en la ventana,
quiero ver el ángel que no soy
quiero darte un beso a la mañana
y no el beso del adiós.
Y si no resulta con llamarte
y si no hay mensajes para oír
y si vuelvo atrás por un instante
volvería a hacerlo así.
Una vez yo te encontré
y no entiendo bien porque
no importaba que pasaba
solo era la que fue.
Y hoy te vuelvo a recordar
respirando frente al mar,
y aunque el cielo no me escuche
no te quiero olvidar.
The Kiss Goodbye
Until there are no more words,
until silence is better,
until I forget about that mark
that stayed in my heart.
I'm going to imagine that you weren't here,
I'm going to imagine where I am,
I'm going to pretend that there's nothing left,
that I don't feel this pain.
Saying goodbye is not coming back,
it's not finding a way to have you
for myself,
maybe it's better this way.
I can see the rain on the window,
I want to see the angel that I'm not,
I want to give you a kiss in the morning
and not the kiss goodbye.
And if it doesn't work by calling you,
and if there are no messages to hear,
and if I go back for a moment,
I would do it again this way.
Once I found you
and I don't quite understand why,
it didn't matter what was happening,
it was just what it was.
And today I remember you again,
breathing in front of the sea,
and even if the sky doesn't listen to me,
I don't want to forget you.