I cry, because my soul and my life hurt so much,
I sing a song of melancholy,
my crying sky, drizzle and hail.
It hurts so much to live
that I jump from the night to the end of the day,
I try to drown out her love, her light from mine,
and from my fingers every caress.
Just to search I search for her to never find her,
and although I don't know where it is
in my oblivion it will never be,
in my oblivion it will never be.
Crying, crying that you have done damage to my life,
so much that this loneliness makes me suffer,
I am going to turn my crying into a sea (of crying).
In a sea of u200bu200bcrying,
crying you are capable of opening my wounds.
Crying you bitter my moon and my honey,
crying of faith, crying without faith,
I am a sea of u200bu200bcrying.
Crying, from leaning on my shoulder so much it hurts me,
so much so that I turned the other cheek to you,
one day a tear, one day another on top.
It's just that living burns so much,
my cut burns like alcohol,
it burns like my sensual voice burns
and nothing turns me off, and nothing calms me down.
Just to search I look for it to never find it,
and even though I don't know where it is
in my oblivion never,
in my oblivion never.

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