La terraza

I remember that at night I used to whistle at you
From the street to the window,
You would sneak out skirting the dark garden.
Who knows how many moons we watched pass
Lying on the terrace?
From my house, the sky still looks almost the same

I was your bad influence,
You were my princess.
The most perfect hours are always fragile.
Maybe nostalgia overwhelms me
For an impossible encounter,
Of memories, we only treasure the sublime

Now everyone asks me about you
And I don't want to explain,
I don't feel like being friendly.
Who knows how many moons we watched pass
Lying on the terrace?
From my house, the sky still looks almost the same

Time has passed, this is what I feel
Of what I tell you, God is my witness,
That with every night, every morning,
Every minute, every week
I can't stop thinking about what you said,
I can't stop holding onto what you gave me,
And what I feel doesn't change, the distance is like the wind,
It's not living in the past, it's wanting you by my side
It's just trying to be honest with myself,
It's just trying to fill this void
That gnaws at my insides,
That doesn't let me live if you're not by my side.