Sin Ti a Mi Lado

I'm tired of taking the same route, the same job,
seeing the same faces, the same landscapes, without you by my side.
My life, little by little, is filling up with those days
sad, gray, and opaque, that one omits in their biography.

Tired of going to the same bars every night,
looking for you even though I know you're not there, that I won't find you.
Tired of going every night lamenting your absence,
straight to your altar to make an offering to you.

Tomorrow will be too late if you come looking for me.
Check your mailbox, I left a message.
Not all is lost, meet me,
you know the way well.

At those hours when almost everyone deceives their lovers,
I almost always find a good moment to kill myself.
And between death and death, I look out the window,
with the vain hope of seeing Madrid consumed by flames.

Perhaps you, while looking for a lost schedule
or singing a lullaby to a child to sleep.
You, while searching in lost papers
for the lyrics of a song I wrote for you.

Tomorrow will be too late if you come looking for me.
Check your mailbox, I left a message.
Not all is lost, meet me,
you know the way well.

Tomorrow will be too late if you come looking for me.