Algo Me Falta
Algo me falta si tu ausencia me visita,
Si tu silencio largamente canta en mí
Algo me falta con tu voz en la distancia
Sin tu sonrisa solitaria hasta mi voz
Quiero sentirte en cada esquina de mi casa
Imaginarte cotidiana junto a mí
Tal como eres, melancólica, secreta,
Algo imposible maternal, humana al fín
Y si esto no es amor no quiero nada
Y si esto no es amor la soledad
Si este vacío no se cubre
En mi garganta habrán canciones
Para recordarte, amor
Algo me falta si no tengo tu palabra,
Tus dulces manos en las horas del amanecer,
Tu pelo suelto en el silencio de un abrazo
Tu piel morena recostada en mi querer
Quiero sentirte en cada esquina de mi casa
Imaginarte cotidiana junto a mi
Tal como eres melancolica secreta
Algo imposible maternal, humana al fin
Y si esto no es amor no quiero nada
Y si esto no es amor la soledad
Si este vacio no se cubre
En mi garganta habran canciones
Para recordarte, amor
Y si en tu ausencia se desviste mi guitarra
En lo inmortal de mis canciones viviras
Something's Missing
Something's missing when your absence comes around,
When your silence sings so long inside of me.
Something's missing with your voice in the distance,
Without your lonely smile, even my voice feels empty.
I want to feel you in every corner of my home,
Imagine you here with me every day.
Just as you are, melancholic, secretive,
Something impossible, maternal, human in the end.
And if this isn't love, I don't want anything,
And if this isn't love, then it's just loneliness.
If this emptiness isn't filled,
In my throat, there will be songs
To remember you, my love.
Something's missing if I don't have your words,
Your sweet hands in the early morning hours,
Your hair down in the silence of an embrace,
Your brown skin resting in my desire.
I want to feel you in every corner of my home,
Imagine you here with me every day.
Just as you are, melancholic, secretive,
Something impossible, maternal, human in the end.
And if this isn't love, I don't want anything,
And if this isn't love, then it's just loneliness.
If this emptiness isn't filled,
In my throat, there will be songs
To remember you, my love.
And if my guitar sheds its skin in your absence,
In the immortal of my songs, you'll live on.