Today I want to dream of the unforgettable.
Of that moon that did belong to both of us.
Of her incomparable beauty.
Of her eyes and her tears of love.
Today I want to dream of when I was her man,
the hero of a yesterday's fable.
And today I feel that oppresses me the torment
of have broken that woman's love.
I am a drifting boat without her love,
lost into this hell of pain.
What could I have been thinking that night
when other lips surrendered their warmth to me?
I am a drifting boat without her love,
a shipwrecked-person in the sea of her affection,
and today I drink, drop by drop, my damnation,
for not have known how to love that girl.
Today I want to dream of the unreachable,
because there is not forgiveness for my sin.
She used to love me like nobody else
and I gave her the dagger of my treason.
What good does this sobbing do for me today,
for the love that one day flew away?
I only know how to live for her,
how to pull her out of my being.
I am a drifting boat without her love,
lost into this hell of pain.
What could I have been thinking that night
when other lips surrendered their warmth to me?
I am a drifting boat without her love,
a shipwrecked-person in the sea of her affection,
and today I drink, drop by drop, my damnation,
for not have known how to love that girl.