This morning I almost get up,
I almost dress myself,
I almost drink coffe.
I almost work
And I almost smoke,
I almost open the window,
I almost don't think about you.
I wait for you, I wait for you,
My life, I wait for you!
And I seem to be sadder,
And I seem to be colder,
And I seem to be the winter.
I almost buy something,
I almost stand in line,
I almost open the scar,
It's almost gone.
I almost enter in the bar,
I almost order beer,
I almost almost don't cry
In the middle of the street,
And my feet don't tremble.
But I wait for you, I wait for you,
My life, I wait for you!
And I seem to be sadder,
And I seem to be more lonely,
And I seem to be the winter.
The silence almost cries
That you haven't called,
I almost almost smile,
I almost almost calm down,
And I almost write you.
And now it doesn't seem to be a film of Almodóvar,
I almost almost like it,
I almost almost understand it,
It almost almost teaches me.
But I wait for you, I wait for you,
My life, I wait for you!
I feel myself emptier,
I feel myself weaker
Like the winter...
It's three o'clock in the morning,
Moving myself in bed,
I almost turn on the light,
I almost go to the mirror,
I amost recognize myself...