Me has roto el corazón [English translation]

You've left me in oblivion,

confused and badly wounded.

A sofa and a guitar

with the sixth string busted,

I'm reminded that you've gone.

And watching the weather on TV

drowns me, depresses me;

what I'd give for you to come

in the middle of the night to revive my love.

And it's because you've broken my heart,

you've broken my heart into four pieces,

you've struck my heart hard,

what a disappointment.

You've mocked my heart like so,

coldly you've drowned the heart

that wrote you its best son,

what a disappointment.

The memories pile up

and so do the dirty dishes,

and the hands of an old clock

that hangs on my wall

slowly punishes me.

They say that loneliness

aids the feeling to reconcile.

Since you've left I can't even

feel my own skin1, let alone your place.

And it's because you've broken my heart,

you've broken my heart into four pieces,

you've struck my heart hard,

what a disappointment.

You've mocked my heart like so,

coldly you've drowned the heart

that wrote you its best son,

what a disappointment. [x2]

They say that loneliness

aids the feeling to reconcile.

Since you've left I can't even

feel my own skin, let alone your place.

And it's because you've broken my heart,

you've broken my heart into four pieces,

you've struck my heart hard,

what a disappointment.

You've mocked my heart like so,

coldly you've drowned the heart

that wrote you its best son,

what a disappointment. [x3]

1. lit. 'can't even feel the skin that I carry/have'