Está Triste La Libertad

Walking, I marched towards a place
Where time becomes an illusion
Today the wound no longer bleeds
Your scar has sunk into my heart

It's not so easy to start over
Looking back, my footsteps without you
Kissing the air and imagining your skin
Feeling your scent without you here

Will you come back? Maybe that doesn't matter anymore
I will follow the sunlight through the glass
I will get drunk drinking from this loneliness
Until I satisfy this sad freedom
That doesn't want to end

If the wind could whisper
All the verses I gave you when loving
All the tears I shed
And have made my desert bloom

New paths open before me
New wounds that I must feel
You were a dream, I have already woken up
You were a lie and I the reality