No Tiene Sentido

I'm thinking it makes no sense
To meet you again.
I'm thinking I give up,
That everything ends but I haven't understood.

And I ask God to fill me with strength,
With pure greatness,
With weapons and gifts, with courage and skill,
To understand that it makes no sense,
To meet you again.

I'm trying maybe to forget,
December no, August the same,
I asked if something happened,
And no one was left to answer.

And I ask God to relieve my pain,
From so much illusion,
That grew with a dream that still lives with me today.
It hurts to accept that I have no reasons,
Nor do I have reasons to be with you.

And I ask God to fill me with strength,
With pure greatness,
With weapons and gifts, with courage and skill,
To understand that it makes no sense,
To meet you again.