Con Mis Manos

When you're here
The others are no longer around
When you leave
I feel like crying
Lost, on the armchair in my room
I think of you with my hands

What to do?
I don't feel like going out
Why do you always have to run away?
Lost, on the armchair in my room
I think of you with my hands

Again and again, sweet madness
Not being able to control the way to stop

I don't plan on crying
I'm tired of that
Today I'm going to scream
I'm going to walk with my feet

I don't plan on crying
I'm tired of that
Today I'm going to scream
I'm going to walk with my feet

Once again
I've cooked for two
Once again
I thought I heard your voice
Once again
I start to sink into the armchair
To feed my imagination

I think of you surrounding me
I feel you entering
Lost, on the armchair in my room
I think of you with my hands

Again and again, sweet madness
Not being able to control the way to stop

I don't plan on crying
I'm tired of that
Today I'm going to scream
I'm going to walk with my feet

I don't plan on crying
I'm tired of that
Today I'm going to scream
I'm going to walk with my feet

When you're here
The others are no longer around
When you leave
I feel like crying
Lost, on the armchair in my room
I think of you with my hands