Autumn wind (Viento del otoño)
When I remain alone, I feel cold in my skin
and a strange fear takes over my being.
I can hear your steps and count them without wanting
to wake up a thousand times before the dawn.
And is because of knowing that you're with him,
that I lost your childhood in my dreams,
and though I suffer bitterly I'll never leave you
because that's my way of loving.
But the autumn wind is that way,
and it pushes me farther from you every moment,
that wind that drags you and takes your warmth
to the bottom of some loveless arms.
That's my story without final chapter,
as old as time, as sad as its truth,
lacking hope, full of sincerity
of incredible hours, of infinite loneliness.
I wanted to for get you once and for all
and to erase your cold picture of my past
but I keep foolishly trying to make you see
that you're just a game for him.
How many times I standed at your door,
I've bit my pain hit by hit
and crying like a child hidden in a corner
blinded by the jealousy of my love
of our love, of our love.