20 de Enero (en inglés)

20 de Enero
I thought it was a good moment
It was come true
So much talk about your silence
They say you will end in the sea
I put books in my bag
Also of your photos
I draw your face joint to mine
I sleep with your cote in the sofa

I want to be with you,
I want to see you and feel
I want to wait for you
I want to wait you or die...
And in the moment that I see your face searching mine
The night of the January 20 the train was out
I ask my self what it be of my life without you,
Since that moment I love you, I want you, and I love you again
I choose a train that doesn´t stop
And I see your face in the window
It was thesun of the morning
It was a poem of love to travel
I loose you and I won´t loose you anymore
I will never live you
I search you very far from here
I found you thoghting of me
And in the moment that I see your face searching mine
The night of the January 20 the train was out
I ask my self what it be of my life without you,
Since that moment I love you, I want you, and I love you again
In a moment that felt right, dreams came true. Amid whispers of your silent presence, rumors of your destiny being tied to the sea, I packed books and your photographs close...