Yo quería recorrer

I've made up a thousand stories where you leave,
just to not admit that I'm already far away.
I've woken up many nights looking for you,
and when I see you here, everything remains the same.

I don't feel anything anymore if you're not here.
I don't search for your name just in case you're around.

I wanted to explore your lips,
and kiss your mouth,
and uncork my life with you.
I wanted to have been faithful to you,
and sail through your garden,
and see your flowers grow in me.

To be honest, I don't search for anything anymore,
not even a piece of your body to kiss.
I don't cry over what I've lost.
I don't feel like continuing the same.

I don't feel anything anymore if you're not here.
I don't search for your name just in case you're around.

I wanted to explore your lips,
and kiss your mouth,
and uncork my life with you.
I wanted to have been faithful to you,
and sail through your garden,
and see your flowers grow in me.

I've stopped (I've stopped) telling you,
(telling you) that I love you,
so that the times I asked you not to leave
start to fade away.
But I swear that

I wanted to explore, etc.