Vivo
Te pido amiga brisa,
Vuela hasta su pelo,
Dale mis caricias,
Y mi corazón.
Dile al oído que la amo,
Que no tenerla es un pecado,
Que vivo alucinando que regresará.
Y tu querida luna,
Mi fiel confidente,
Dime si ella siente,
Que no puedo más.
Escribele con las estrellas,
Que solo vivo para ella,
Y que la necesito para respirar.
Y ahora vivo loco, delirante y ciegamente suyo,
Vivo esperando que llame y escuchar su voz,
Vivo bajo las estrellas,
Buscando encontrar su huella,
Vivo pero ya sin vida desde que no esta.
Y solo vivo preso a su antojo esclavo de sus ojos,
Vivo solo para amarla cada día más,
Vivo abrazando su sombra,
Soñando que mi piel la nombra,
Vivo y muero al pensar que se me fue la paz,
Que no regresara.
Y tu querida luna,
Mi fiel confidente,
Dime si ella siente,
Que no puedo más.
Escribele con las estrellas,
Que solo vivo para ella,
Y que la necesito para respirar.
Y ahora vivo loco, delirante y ciegamente suyo,
Vivo esperando que llame y escuchar su voz,
Vivo bajo las estrellas,
Buscando encontrar su huella,
Vivo pero ya sin vida desde que no esta.
Y solo vivo preso a su antojo esclavo de sus ojos,
Vivo solo para amarla cada día más,
Vivo abrazando su sombra,
Soñando que mi piel la nombra,
Vivo y muero al pensar que se me fue la paz,
Que no regresara.
Que no regresara
Alive
I ask you, friend breeze,
Fly to her hair,
Give her my caresses,
And my heart.
Tell her ear that I love her,
That not having her is a sin,
That I live hallucinating that she will come back.
And you, dear moon,
My faithful confidant,
Tell me if she feels,
That I can't take it anymore.
Write to her with the stars,
That I only live for her,
And that I need her to breathe.
And now I live crazy, delirious, and blindly hers,
Living waiting for her to call and hear her voice,
Living under the stars,
Trying to find her trace,
Living but already lifeless since she's gone.
And I only live a prisoner at her whim, slave to her eyes,
Living only to love her more each day,
Living embracing her shadow,
Dreaming that my skin names her,
Living and dying at the thought that my peace left,
That she won't come back.
And you, dear moon,
My faithful confidant,
Tell me if she feels,
That I can't take it anymore.
Write to her with the stars,
That I only live for her,
And that I need her to breathe.
And now I live crazy, delirious, and blindly hers,
Living waiting for her to call and hear her voice,
Living under the stars,
Trying to find her trace,
Living but already lifeless since she's gone.
And I only live a prisoner at her whim, slave to her eyes,
Living only to love her more each day,
Living embracing her shadow,
Dreaming that my skin names her,
Living and dying at the thought that my peace left,
That she won't come back.
That she won't come back