Tu espíritu se ha ido

Your spirit has gone

I would strip off my skin, wash my soul in your being,
Feeling your rain soaking me, filling me...

What would I give, to be able to feel,
The glory of your presence in me again,
I would give the sea, the moon, and the stars,
If they belonged to me only for you...
I never imagined, I could neglect myself
And like Peter deny you three times more,
Today I suffer without you, thirsty and barefoot
My soul slowly dies alone without you,

What would I give to feel again,
Your power inside me
Cry like a child next to you
In your crimson blood.

I feel like dying so far from you
It's all a dry and harsh desert for me
For me...
For me...

Your spirit has left my life
My wound bleeds a lot alone without you
I remember yesterday prostrated at your feet
Carried in your arms, I never had to fear
I need you
Your breath and your blood to wash me in this moment
Immersed in you.

Ooh

What would I give to feel again,
Your power inside me
Cry like a child next to you
In your crimson blood.

I would strip off my skin, wash my soul in your being,
Feeling your rain soaking me, filling me...

I would strip off my skin, wash my soul in your being,
Feeling your rain soaking me, filling me