Sí Nos Quedara Poco Tiempo

Back to routine, we dress without talking to each other.
The rush prevails over passion.
Every day weighs on me, memories and moments, like darts piercing this heart.

And melancholy attacks me mercilessly from behind.
And suddenly I start to think...
What if we had little time left, if tomorrow our days end.
And if I haven't told you enough, that I adore you with my life.
And if we had little time left, and if I couldn't make love to you anymore.
If I don't get to swear to you, that no one can love you more than I do.

The afternoon dies slowly, and the hours consume me.
I'm anxious to see you again.
I can't understand it.
How did habit change our way of loving.

And melancholy attacks me mercilessly from behind.
And suddenly I start to think...
What if we had little time left, if tomorrow our days end.
And if I haven't told you enough, that I adore you with my life.
And if we had little time left, and if I couldn't make love to you anymore.
If I don't get to swear to you, that no one can love you more than I do.

No one really knows what they have.
Until they face the fear of losing it forever.

What if we had little time left, if tomorrow our days end.
And if I haven't told you enough, that I adore you with my life.
And if we had little time left, and if I couldn't make love to you anymore.
If I don't get to swear to you, that no one can love you more than I do.