Mientras Estás Ausente

I look for you in the morning
When I wake up
And my hand doesn't find your hair
What have you done with the dew that came to me one morning
If it's not at my window, where could it be that it's not coming
Ah ah...

I have searched for the traces you left
And the space where you were still hurts me
Your laughter was the bird songs that arrived in the afternoon
You were a little bird whose flight I couldn't reach
Ah...

When my song gave you, you seemed like a leaf
That trembles in the morning when the dew wets it
Now I have your absence in me
That stays and is empty
But I am like the river that grows in flow and essence
I will search for you in my path, maybe one day I will find you

Ah... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...

I look for you in the morning
When I wake up
And my hand doesn't find your hair
I look for you in the morning and with your gaze I find myself