A La Mitad de La Cama
Raúl Ornelas
Half of the Bed
Once again I find you packing
A new tour takes you to the other side of my life
Once again I'm here smoking the days,
Opening curtains, to make this melancholy go away.
And I, I'm not the same if you're not here,
I suffer from a radical change,
And I'm afraid to wake up.
Half of the bed,
Coldly claiming me,
Those moles on your back,
And your face without makeup.
Half of the bed,
I wake up every dawn,
And tightly hug your pajamas,
Empty of your humanity.
In a couple of days you come back to my life
The tour ends
And along with it, this melancholy.
And I, I'm not the same if you're not here,
I suffer from a radical change,
And I'm afraid to wake up.
Half of the bed,
Coldly claiming me,
Those moles on your back,
And your face without makeup.
Half of the bed,
I wake up every dawn,
And tightly hug your pajamas,
Empty of your humanity.
Half of the bed,
Coldly claiming me,
Those moles on your back,
And your face without makeup.
Half of the bed,
I wake up every dawn,
And tightly hug your pajamas,
Empty of your humanity,
Of your humanity,
Of your humanity.
