Manías (en inglés)

Manías
The night smells of absence, the house is very cold
A bad feeling buckles my knees
I look for you in the space of my anguished haste
And I only find traces of your undeniable leaving

Where are you going, why are you going
Why did you leave a gesture of yours in every corner
If you took so much in just one day
It wouldn’t have cost you anything to take your obsessions
You forgot the aroma and the echo of your laughter
You forgot to take a piece of my life
Talking with your photograph and the melancholy
After long hours, at last the day appears
But my faith is lost, looking for my agony
A clearer sign to understand life
Where are you going, why are you going
You left a thousand ghosts behind the curtains
If you took so much in just one day
It wouldn’t have cost you anything to take your obsessions
You forgot the aroma and the echo of your laughter
You forgot to take a piece of my life
If you took so much in just one day
It wouldn’t have cost you anything to take your obsessions
You forgot the aroma and the echo of your laughter
You forgot to take a piece of my life

It wouldn’t have cost you anything to take your obsessions
You forgot the aroma and the echo of your laughter
You forgot to take a piece of my life
The night is filled with a sense of emptiness, the chill envelops the house like a lingering ghost, causing a wave of unease to bend my knees. In my anxious rush, I search for you, only to come across traces of your unmistakable departure...