Bittersweet celebration.
Drunk and destroying decorations.
Ten minute sad song
playing on repeat,
crying all day long
dancing to the beat.

Amé tu energía,
tu sonrisa,
tu mirar.
Y hoy ya no te encuentro;
aunque lo intente
ya no estás.
Y no quiero alejarme
pero me cuesta caminar
y vos casi corriendo
ya ni me esperas.
Triste pero cierto,
a veces el amor no alcanza.

In essence, deep and hidden,
there's the moon
and there is me.
Moving oceans;
raging waves,
hunting winds.

My eyes, wet.
My lips, dried.
The fantasies, they're all about a new sunrise.
And I wonder why
you play with my mind.
Your screams echoing at night.
And, again, I cry.
The pain is only mine.
I hate this confessional poetry style,
but it lets me fly
as I was high.
And once again I stop the time;
you're warm for me to remind.
I find the light
within my sight;
On a sunny day
I pass you by,
and I reach the sky.
Me and I,
we unify.
My only thought
I should retry.