Y estoy aquí [English translation]

I, who climb on foot for this hard slope,

who doesn't remember where God is present,

who has filled the silence with words

looking for the meaning of an abandonment.

I, who take the train feeling its rattle

to think of a future that I wish for,

even though this journey has offered me alternatives

and you've stayed behind.

How much it weighs on me this absence, this false indifference.

It disassembles my skills, fragile gestures of appearance.

Certain times the distance there can be violent,

it passes my physical limits and doesn't give me hope.

And I'm here...in you.

And I'm here...for you.

I stay here...like this,

because you are...here.

I, sending a useless 'goodbye', empty

like an excommunicated church that no longer

gives answers, that blasphemes through its teeth

in nights that you lose; I love you because

I get off the train in this journey that isn't mine,

and the creaks are like a defiance.

At this station you can call her, "sorry",

you can now.

Slowly I'll stretch out my hands, they're seagulls that, flying

really far, could escape from an idea; there won't be prisons any longer.

If you lean on my body that is agitated, restless, and tense,

gasp and say "yes", you'll then be where I intend.

And I'm here...in you.

And I'm here...for you.

I stay here...like this,

because you are...here.

And I'm here.

And I'm here... oh...for you.

The day runs like a telegram, you seem

to pass the hours like a prison sentence, you believe

and I'll smother all your protests with this mouth.

The past doesn't lie to me, it's a theft to my present.

Because of that relax, hug me, open well your mind.

And I'm here...in you.

And I'm here...for you.

I stay here...like this,

because you are...here.

And I'm here.

And I'm here.

I stay here.

Because you are...here.

And I'm here.