Compañera Mía

Without you,
My companion, my life isn’t the same, if you only knew how I feel.
Without you,
The garden is dying and the sorrow grows in the room.
Without you,
The white curtains cover the windows and the light won’t come in.
Without you,
The bird doesn’t sing that soft tune you used to hear.

Who will share with me, the Sunday wine and the sunset?
Who will put on the table next to my sadness their love and their being?
Who will share with me, the Sunday wine and the sunset?
Who will put on the table next to my sadness their love and their being?

Without you,
There won’t be any poetry, my companion, if you only knew how I feel.
Without you,
There won’t be any more dreams and in the fire, the log won’t give warmth.
Without you,
I’m a wanderer with no direction, who has lost their mind.
Without you,
My companion, I’m drifting through my heart.

Who will share with me, the Sunday wine and the sunset?
Who will put on the table next to my sadness their love and their being?
Who will share with me, the Sunday wine and the sunset?
Who will put on the table next to my sadness their love and their being...