La llamada
Disculpa no queria molestarte
solo queria escuchar tu voz
y nada mas.
Habia prometido no llamarte
pero me esta quemando el frio
en esta soledad.
no quiero mal entiendas mi llamada
ya se que se acabo lo nuestro
y que no hay marcha atras
pero me está costando mucho llanto olvidarte
y quiero saber que estas haciendo
para olvidarme
La llamada es para decirte
que mis noches se han vuelto frias
que desde aquel dia en que te fuiste
me volví preso de la melancolia
que mi alegria se marcho contigo
que no tengo vida si no estás conmigo
La llamada es para decirte
que poco a poco pierdo la cordura
que platico con todas tus cosas
y me dicen que se sienten solas
que en mi reloj no caminan las horas
que me haces falta para seguir vivo
La llamada es para decirte
que aun te amo, que aun te amo.
No puedo acostumbrarme
a estar tan solo
me haces falta y sin tu aire
muero de a poco.
me acostumbré a tus manos
me acostumbre a tu voz.
y con tu ausencia no camina el tiempo
en mi reloj.
La llamada es para decirte
que mi noches se han vuelto frias
que desde aquel dia en que te fuiste
me volví preso de la melancolia
que mi alegria se marcho contigo
que no tengo vida si no estas conmigo
la llamada es para decirte
que poco a poco pierdo la cordura
que platico con todas tus cosas
y me dicen que se sienten solas
que en mi reloj no caminan las horas
que me haces falta para seguir vivo
La llamada es para decirte
que aun te amo, que aun te amo.
The Call
Sorry, didn't mean to bother you
just wanted to hear your voice
and nothing more.
I had promised not to call you
but the cold is burning me
in this loneliness.
I don't want you to misunderstand my call
I know our relationship is over
and there's no turning back
but it's really hard for me to stop crying and forget you
and I want to know what you're doing
to forget me
The call is to tell you
that my nights have become cold
that since the day you left
I became a prisoner of melancholy
that my joy left with you
that I have no life if you're not with me
The call is to tell you
that little by little I'm losing my sanity
that I talk to all your things
and they tell me they feel lonely
that the hours don't pass on my clock
that I need you to keep going
The call is to tell you
that I still love you, that I still love you.
I can't get used
to being so alone
I miss you and without your air
I slowly die.
I got used to your hands
I got used to your voice.
and with your absence time doesn't move
on my clock.
The call is to tell you
that my nights have become cold
that since the day you left
I became a prisoner of melancholy
that my joy left with you
that I have no life if you're not with me
The call is to tell you
that little by little I'm losing my sanity
that I talk to all your things
and they tell me they feel lonely
that the hours don't pass on my clock
that I need you to keep going
The call is to tell you
that I still love you, that I still love you.