All the mornings in the world
And this cheap anguish,
The clock that threatens and sets back,
And the lack of you in the house.
Each thing that you don´t say
Because it causes you pain,
In the name of my disenchantment,
At night I miss you, I miss you.
I live as always, disarmed,
about me.
With you it´s November 4th
every half hour,
I will delay the hours, hours, hours.
So that you´re freed from the accompanying sadnesses,
When you feel alone, alone, alone.
Your entire bedside table
Carries the color of your essence,
The mornings demand clemency,
The catastrophe that caused your absence.
When my soul is liberated
From your charming eyes,
When the cold doesn´t chill so much,
These Sundays and Thursdays of terror.
I live as always, disarmed,
about me.
I´ll look for some sun there.
With you it´s November 4th
every half hour,
I will delay the hours, hours, hours.
So that you´re freed from the accompanying sadnesses,
When you feel alone, alone, alone.
When I miss you this autumn
and your watercolors fade out of their own account
All of them, all, all
I don´t want anything else without you,
I don´t want to be alone,
I don´t want Barcelona,
She said "Hola".
With you it´s November 4th
every half hour,
I will delay the hours, hours, hours.
So that you´re freed from the accompanying sadnesses,
When you feel alone, alone, alone.
When I miss you this autumn
and your watercolors fade out of their own account
All of them, all, all
I don´t want anything else without you,
I don´t want to be alone,
I don´t want Barcelona,
She said "Hola".
I will delay the hours, hours, hours.
I will delay the hours, I will delay the hours,
I will delay the hours, hours, hours.
I will delay the hours, I will delay the hours,
I will delay the hours, hours, hours.