Moscas En La Casa (part. Jovanny Cadena y Su Estilo Privado)

My days without you are so dark
So long, so gray, my days without you
My days without you are so absurd
So bitter, so hard, my days without you

My days without you have no night
If one appears, it's useless to sleep
My days without you are a waste
The hours have no beginning or end

So lacking in air
So full of nothing
Useless junk, trash on the floor
Flies in the house

My days without you are like a sky
Without silver moons or traces of the sun
My days without you are just an echo
That always repeats the same song

So lacking in air
So full of nothing
Useless junk, trash on the floor
Flies in the house

Kicking stones, I'm still waiting for you to come back to me
Still searching in the faces of the elderly for pieces of the child
Hunting for reasons that make me believe I'm still alive
Biting my nails, drowning in tears
Missing you so much

My days without you
My days without you
My days without you, oh, oh, oh, oh
My days without you