Como un títere [English translation]

I wanted that ours would be more than a habit.

I wanted to know every fold of your being.

To touch you beyond the borders of the skin.

How many nights in your arms I cried until falling sleep?

How many times in your wall of silence I crashed?

Why you didn't took the trouble to understand?

And I still wonder

Which way drives me to you?

Which new language can I invent to you

so that one day you want to hear me?

Many times I tried to make me strong and forget.

I'm so angry when I see that I almost lost my dignity.

However as a puppet you can handle me.

And I still wonder

Which way drives me to you?

I'm dying, small deaths

and this agony is endless.

I know, I am losing you and I have fear.

If it is not with you, I don't want to live.