Tempestad

Sorry
Believe me when I say
I'm not going on.
Find me
Between your shadow and
your picture on the wall.

Llamo, en cada silencio hoy tu nombre exclamo,
cada palabra que me suena a reclamo.
Quisiera escapar pero soy un esclavo.
Siento las heridas de miles de clavos,
que me perforan y desgarran mis manos.
Preso del dolor ahora estoy atrapado.
Quisiera vivir sin temer ser juzgado,
quisiera poder olvidar el pasado.

What I can't explain is waiting for tomorrow
when there is nothing like today,
looking to your eyes searching for some kind of sorrow
when you were long gone yesterday. The clock ticks
reminding me it's time for bed
but I'm not sure.
The empty
pillow dries my memories;
I'm empty too.

Llueve, el viento susurra secretos que conmueven.
La tempestad remueve un dolor que se atreve
a dibujar figuras hechas de aguanieve,
pintando en el vidrio un bajorrelieve.
Pierdo el equilibrio y no esperes que apruebe
este llanto tibio que por dentro hiere.
Quisiera dormir y soñar que esto es leve.
Quisiera llorar mientras afuera llueve.

ESTRIBILLO:
What I can't explain is waiting for tomorrow
when there is nothing like today,
looking to your eyes searching for some kind of sorrow
when you were long gone yesterday.
But you can count on me, still count on me.
But you can count on me, still count on me.

What I can't explain is waiting for tomorrow
when there is nothing like today,
looking to your eyes searching for some kind of sorrow
when you were long gone yesterday.
But you can count on me, still count on me.
But you can count on me, still count on me.
Can count on me, rely on me...
You can count on me, still count on me