Vía Láctea [English translation]

I have your voice in my voice.

Encrypted with aerosol.

Your ghostly kiss stuck in my lower lip.

And the map of your nakedness.

I have the prism of your eyes inside my astronaut helmet.

And the timid aurora of your body cells.

And every night under the Milky Way,

Seem endless nights if you're not here.

And every night from my window frame,

I conjure your immortal name.

And sometimes my skin cries,

When is fogged up of longing.

My mind fills up with so many memories

That I cannot sleep again.

And on the carpet of your dreams I am the wandering beam of light.

That faints and and it feels, but not dies off.

And every night under the Milky Way,

Seem endless nights if you're not here.

And every night from my window frame,

I conjure your immortal name.

I have the prism of your eyes inside my astronaut helmet.

And the timid aurora of your body cells.

Milky Way, Milky Way, Milky Way.

If you are not here...

Milky Way, Milky Way, Milky Way.

If you are not here...

And I know I'll find you again.