Si supiera que la extraño

The night of jealousy cries
and sorrows are stabbing
a thousand daggers in my sky.
Shadows that veil my wound,
rigor of defeated life,
mad anguish of screaming.

To scream the immense
bitterness of a pain,
to be so humble
that I cry for his love.
To clench my fists in anger
when I seek the lie
that my heart asks for.

If she knew that I miss her,
that I can never forget her
and that I live in the deception
of doing nothing but dreaming of her
and feel how it hurts
the cross of my Calvary.

If she knew that I miss her
maybe she would come again.
her memory hurts me
and she doesn't feel my pleas.
If she knew that I miss her,
what a cowardly heart.