Con tu nombre ( en ingles)

I leave opened the window for if a song arrives
And a net of butterflies hanging in the balcony
For if the wind
He/she leaves some history there tangled
Of forgotten notes, without features of your absence
Before, before dreaming again
I have to forget your lips
Before, I have to start up of my memory each verse that began with your name
They were some letters and a wandering melody
A handful of words to means to finish
When the time, leaves this abandoned road
Without arriving to any side, and I undress of your prints
Before, before dreaming again
I have to forget your kisses
Before, I have to start up of my memory each verse that began with your name
This is the it finishes time...
That I sing your name
Your name
This is the it finishes time
Before, before dreaming again
I have to forget your lips
Before, before closing my eyes I have to forget your skin
Before, I have to start up of my memory each verse that began...
With your name....
Your name