The days pass slowly The night tells me that you won't return The pieces of furniture leave the place I run the world and I don't get to be reached
Without you my radio is mute, My TV is without color, My guitar is without sound, Without you my body doesn't contemplate more in the mirror, My house falls, Without you I lose my temper
Then accept me as I am Don't ask me for changing Those habits that you already forgave
I am going living the life I am going trying to disguise But I will leave the door of my room opened In case you want to return
