Siempre es de noche (ingles)

Count me how he/she goes falling the sun.
while you speak I will think:
how pretty you are, what luck to be
half of the story of an evening
that I observe when listening to you,
because my eyes are your voice.
Come closer that when we are skin with skin,
my hands will draw you,
your aroma will tell me your age.
next to you, united without knowing why,
let us be surely noticed
the splendor of an illusion,
because to your side I can forget.
That for me it is always at night,
but tonight is as an evening,
if you achieve that to the life I lean out,
your eyes are those that shine.
and the moon that you/they erase it
that in my eternal darkness
the sky has name: your name.
what he/she would not give me to contemplate you
although it was only an instant.
It is cold. it is late and you have to return,
that somebody that waits for you, sure.
once again the time was been.
will you return?, do tell me if tomorrow you will return
as you have made it every afternoon,
to be how he/she dies the day.
And he/she left, she moved away from him.
but I eat in the letters...: two points, it postdates,
I forgot it, I didn't present myself.
I was only by chance witness,
until suddenly, he asked me:
was it beautiful, truth is not?
"more than the moon" - I said -, and he smiled.
Never more it will be made reproaches
to attempt dawn.
he/she doesn't get lost in the night again,
because their soul today it shines with more force
that a million suns.
but, in their eternal darkness,
he/she is sometimes heard to voices:
what he/she would not give me to contemplate you,
although it was only an instant.
... to attempt dawn.
he/she doesn't get lost in the night again,
because their soul today it shines with more force
that a million suns.
but, in their eternal darkness,
he/she is sometimes heard to voices:
what he/she would not give me to contemplate you,
although it was only an instant.
What he/she would not give me to contemplate you,
although it was only an instant