De que me sirve

What good are my arms to me,
if I can't hug you anymore,
what good are my eyes
even if in the early mornings
I can't see you.
What good is my breath to me,
if I can't sing to you anymore,
o matter how loud I shout your name
you will never be able
to hear me.

What good are my hands to me
if I can't touch you anymore
if by caressing you daily
my life had meaning in loving you.
What good is life to me
if I'm already dead inside
because since you left
you left my body
attached to yours.

What good is my crying
even if I cry you're not here,
if with every tear I die
when in silence I say your name.
What good is my roof to me
if when I arrive you're not here,
and as night falls
looking at the stars
makes me think of you.

What good are my hands to me
if I can't touch you anymore
if by caressing you daily
my life had meaning in loving you.
What good is life to me
if I'm already dead inside
because since you left
you left my body
attached to yours.