Coffee made with Salt. The desire to cry
My world beginning to tremble,
can feel the end coming by.
I don't want to win. What is that worth now?
I'm tired of making up excuses that can't stand on their own.
And I'll only be left with good moments from yesterday, belonging to us both
And today I just want to believe...
That you'll remember the winter afternoons in Madrid
the entire nights without sleep.
Life passed me by and I felt I would die of love
as I saw you standing out my door, sitting on the floor without the thought
that you can count on me.
There was no malice. Only ingenuity
Pretending to make us believe the world was at our feet
When sleep comes for me silently I'm going to build
a technicolor life where we'll live together just us.
And I'll only be left with good moments from yesterday, belonging to us both
And today I just want to believe...
That you'll remember the winter afternoons in Madrid
the entire nights without sleep.
Life passed me by and I felt I would die of love
as I saw you standing out my door, sitting on the floor without the thought
that you can count on me now and forever
And I just can't help, help but to miss you
as you stretch your hand towards my time and leave*
And I feel I want to see you and see you and still think...
That you'll remember the winter afternoons in Madrid
the entire nights without sleep.
Life passed me by and I felt I would die of love
as I saw you standing out my door, sitting on the floor without the thought
that you can count on me
That you'll remember the winter afternoons in Madrid
the entire nights without sleep.
Life passes me by and here I'm dying, dying over you.
*She means he is giving his hand to her time. AKA, He is stretching his hand towards what they shared and saying goodbye. As if her time were a person and the guy in question was formally shaking its hand to say goodbye. This makes for a very awkward English translation.