¿Qué hora es? (Intro)

I've tried to keep my distance
To complicate the counting of days, miles, cold streets, mazes, forgetfulness
Checked maps that confirm yours is another world
It's been useless

This morning, for example, I made a firm decision to keep my distance
To put a bunch of reasons ahead to leave already, saying goodbye without words
Because that's always the hardest goodbye, the most certain
But I barely saw you and forgot even the time

Few of us show our faces, we take the heat
Some stop early, but no one can stop us
With a lump in my throat, I live if that’s what you call alive
I’m going to get up, it’s just that I haven’t been able to, live the breakup
Embrace the breakup

About enjoying life even if the page is tough
Stranded for a few months, trapped by the dawn and
Your smile is the gift left from the drive
Fix your hair, look pretty, feel good like before
So the jokes of this story don’t manage to dim your light
Because I want to see you well, even if you want to forget me
I still haven’t moved on, but I’m going to get up

I still can’t, even though I want to, slowly banish you from my skies
Maybe my jealousy, or my ego that forces me to feel like I possess you
I still can’t, even though I want to, slowly banish you from my skies
Maybe my jealousy, or my ego that forces me to feel like I possess you

Today my shift ended and
You walked out that door and
Once again the obsession wakes up
She frees herself, I know she’ll soon surpass me
And I’ll live with that void because I know the world keeps turning

The makeup you never wanted to wear
Wipe your tears, I want to see you shine
And go out with him, smile at him
Tell him you’ve forgotten me
I’m still hurt
But I’m going to get up

I saw you and I thought that would be enough
That your image would be enough to gain strength and pull away so that
When time asks for accounts, the balance would be just a memory of the storm, that you carry in your hair
The necklace of kisses I imagined for your neck

But, but no
It wasn’t enough
I need to whisper 100 sighs in your ear
And explore your geography with my lips
I need my hands to trace your waist and your hips
That my being finds relief in your legs