



(This morning my window said that it saw you walk by
You always knew that something was missing, and today I dream
once again. I no longer care if we fought one day, if I
saw you cry, if one day you left... Because I swore to myself that
if you came back, I would never let you go. How could I forget that
with you I learned how to dream my life by your side. I see you
arriving to stay here. I can swear... that I finally
understood. I am going to love you. Today I understood, I am going to
give you the time I never used to give you, because by your side I have
everything, and without your love I have nothing. You are going to fly.
Remember the day, your dreams. When we were one.
When we were young, when you gave me kisses, I
gave you songs. I know you want to see me too. I don't
know why I was waiting for a call, if without you I am nothing.
Stay in my songs. I am going to love you...)
Living under the pretense of your love
To the lowest point my pride could ever fall
You are with him
After a quick greeting, he took you by your hand yesterday
Who knows where you are
It does me no good to imagine it
It would hurt me
Your dreams are for him, that I know
But I cannot abandon this feeling
...Why even try?
Come back when you return for friendship
And the truth is, what would I be without this heartbeat
Amidst bad ups and downs, it also drives me, through illusions, to improve
Simulating this love, I write messages to nowhere in reality
In fiction, it is a response to you reciprocating a long time ago
I dream of your awakening
My gaze escapes to couples coming and going
An extra cup on the table, always
A song for two resonated in the house
War and death if I were to say "I'm leaving"
A beggar for your attention and a dreamer I prefer to be
Until the day your white closet, of special people, opens up to me
Estaba pensando en escribir algo como pequeñas historias amor y así. Y si no es muy personal o incómodo, me gustaría que me dejen su historia personal. Tipo, de amigos que no fueron más, de algún amigo/a que les gustaba. De una relación que acabó, y porqué y ¿qué sintieron y sienten por eso?. Pueden por privado o aquí.
Here is the translation, as accurate as I could possibly make it.
I want to love you, but I am afraid of us
Of you in me
Of me in you
What will you do if I give you my love?
What will you say tomorrow?
And what will I do with your trust?
I found you, everything of me I offer you
Let me inhabit your world, I want to
But... what if one day you get tired?
If I am just one more page
How far will your promise go?
Where will my attachment go?
This love without an owner, today at your feet
It burns me in every tear, wanting you so much
Sharing with you a piece of bread from my solitude
I would like to make it disappear crumb by crumb
But it terrifies me
I fear that my chords will turn only to you
That melancholy will distort into a melody that tells me how crazy I am
That they won't come out if you are not there
If they fade away for me
And what if you, who today promise eternity, leave tomorrow?
(Sorry for the writing mistakes)
Sorry about the messy line breaks and the repeated lines! I was just focusing on practicing my letter consistency.