Queda

Remains, very little remains,
in our love,
there is barely anything left,
hardly any words remain...

Only silence remains,
that makes the cold and long night explode,
the never-ending night,
only that remains...

Only the desire to cry remains,
seeing our love drift away,
face to face we lower our gaze,
there is nothing left to talk about,
nothing...

There is little tenderness left,
and sometimes doing something crazy,
a forced kiss remains...

A kind gesture remains,
to make life bearable,
and drown the sorrows,
only that remains...

Only the desire to cry remains,
seeing our love drift away,
face to face we lower our gaze,
there is nothing left to talk about,
nothing...

Only the desire to cry remains,
seeing our love drift away,
face to face we lower our gaze,
there is nothing left to talk about,
nothing...

Remains...