Lloras (en inglés)

Lloras
When you feel alone and time goes slowly
When your hopes die and you miss me
Cry, cry
When your body loves me only in thoughts
And hugging the pillow you think you feel my breath
Cry

Cry, tired of waiting for the unexpected
Fed of up pretending in your arms
And out of obligation you’ve kept quiet
Just cry, knowing that it was he who has come
Thinking that it’s me, the unexpected
And you fall asleep, remembering me
Remembering me
And when you look in the mirror part by part
And you feel my caresses wanting to touch you
Cry, cry
Cry, tired of waiting for the unexpected
Fed of up pretending in your arms
And out of obligation you’ve kept quiet
Just cry, knowing that it was he who has come
Thinking that it’s me, the unexpected
And you fall asleep, remembering me
Remembering me, remembering me, ooh