WHEN YOU GO (Trad.Cuando te vas)

There is severe pain in the eyes of my life
when news is made present to my ears
when you have to leave
everything becomes gray, cold is coming fall
burning heart
Quiet winter, leaving my lips bitterly cold
is spring rains without colors and without
fresh in my body
is summer nonsense off all emotion.

It hurts inside, most inmediately hurts, hurts
everywhere
this rapid situation; bankruptcy my calm, my
peace breaks
strong as the wind stirs, a strange passion
trumpets sounding air of mourning, leaving
on this
inexplicable feeling cramped.

Shout my soul, my breath stops
not include(understand) the time, my brilliant reason
before
roar my veins, inside like a beast that
controls never
the wisest and powerless tamer
rage I have time, I have to hate the distance
I have a grudge against the ground, wich
prevents me from taking you warmth.

A light, in memory reminds me with euphoria
the most beautiful moments of magic shared
one who brings peace to this story now
wound endlessly throug the agony of dry weather
where as now, you're not.