Moscas en la casa [English translation]

My days without you are so dark,

So long, so dull,

My days without you.

My days without you are such nonsense,

So sour, so difficult,

My days without you.

My days without you don't have nights -

If one appears, its pointless to sleep.

My days without you are a waste;

The hours don't have beginnings nor endings.

So short of air,

So full of nothing.

Useless junk,

Trash on the floor,

Flies in the house.

My days without you are like the sky

Without silver moons

Nor traces of the sun.

My days without you are only an echo

That always repeats

The same songs.

So short of air,

So full of nothing.

Useless junk,

Trash on the floor,

Flies in the house.

Kicking stones around,

I keep on hoping you will return to me.

I keep on searching the faces of old men

For pieces of their youth,

Hunting for motives that had me believing

I could get on with life.

Biting my nails,

Drowning in tears,

Missing you so much.

My days without you -

How painful are my days without you.