Erase
The day after our break up, without your voice
I woke up alone in the morning.
I can't believe it. I watch the phone.
Your picture, our picture
is still the way it was, its here but
What am I going to do? I already miss you but
I probably have to erase you now, to erase everything.
Even your smiling picture, and our happy pictures.
Everytime I erase a picture my heart starts to burn
Your picture little by little becomes clouded.
I even try to call out to you in the picture, and try to touch you.
Its such a cruel thing, to erase you.
You're just like you always are, you're laughing,
in the picture you're laughing but..
We must've been happy then, I must've not known it then...
We were so good, we would've been so good.
Everytime I erase a picture my heart starts to burn
Your picture little by little becomes clouded.
I even try to call out to you in the picture, and try to touch you.
Its such a cruel thing, to erase you.
Now I close my eyes and erase you,
since we're nothing now.
Now I close my eyes and erase you,
now there's only one picture left.
For the last I see your face. You're so beautiful.
And so now since I can't see you again
I call out to you just more time, and touch you one more time.
Its such a cruel thing but,
I erased you.
Bórrate
Al día siguiente de nuestra ruptura, sin tu voz
Me desperté solo en la mañana.
No puedo creerlo. Observo el teléfono.
Tu foto, nuestra foto
sigue igual que antes, está aquí pero
¿Qué voy a hacer? Ya te extraño pero
probablemente tenga que borrarte ahora, borrarlo todo.
Incluso tu foto sonriente, y nuestras fotos felices.
Cada vez que borro una foto, mi corazón comienza a arder.
Tu foto poco a poco se nubla.
Incluso intento llamarte en la foto, e intento tocarte.
Es algo tan cruel, borrarte.
Eres igual que siempre, estás riendo,
en la foto estás riendo pero...
Debimos ser felices entonces, no debí darme cuenta en ese momento...
Éramos tan buenos, habríamos sido tan buenos.
Cada vez que borro una foto, mi corazón comienza a arder.
Tu foto poco a poco se nubla.
Incluso intento llamarte en la foto, e intento tocarte.
Es algo tan cruel, borrarte.
Ahora cierro los ojos y te borro,
ya que no somos nada ahora.
Ahora cierro los ojos y te borro,
ahora solo queda una foto.
Por última vez veo tu rostro. Eres tan hermosa.
Y ahora como no puedo verte de nuevo
te llamo una vez más, y te toco una vez más.
Es algo tan cruel pero,
te borré.