Текст и перевод песни Mario Pereyra y Su Banda - Vivir Sin Ella

Vivir Sin Ella

Caminar si ella es ir sin rumbo fijo,
Refugiarse como un niño,
En los brazos de la soledad.
Regresar sin ella es tan delirante,
Tan nosivo y tan frustrante,
Que a la casa no quiero llegar,
Es como tener las manos llenas de ella,
De su risa, sus caderas,
Y saber que ella no esta,
Es como sentarse a deshojar estrellas,
Bajo una luna nueva,
A traves del ventanal,

Vivir sin ella es estar,
Encadenado a ese cuerpo,
Que yo amo,
Es temerle a la soledad.
Vivir sin ella es rendirse a cada instante,
Es caer, es levantarse,
Y por ella comenzar.
Esto no es normal.
Es querer volar,
Adonde ella esta,
Esto no es normal,
Es querer volar,
Adonde ella esta.

La noche sin ella es un trago amargo,
Es mirar el calendario,
Es llorar amigos, es llorar.
Es como tener las manos llenas de ella,
De su risa, sus caderas,
Y saber que ella no esta,
Es como sentarse a deshojar estrellas,
Bajo una luna nueva,
A traves del ventanal,

Vivir sin ella es estar,
Encadenado a ese cuerpo,
Que yo amo,
Es temerle a la soledad.
Vivir sin ella es rendirse a cada instante,
Es caer, es levantarse,
Y por ella comenzar.
Esto no es normal.
Es querer volar,
Adonde ella esta,
Esto no es normal,
Es querer volar,
Adonde ella esta.

Living Without You

Walking without you is like walking aimlessly,
Seeking refuge like a child,
In the arms of solitude.
Coming back without you is so delirious,
So noxious and so frustrating,
That I don't want to get home,
It's like having my hands full of you,
Of your laughter, your hips,
And knowing that you're not there,
It's like sitting down to pick the stars apart,
Under a new moon,
Through the window,

Living without you is like being,
Chained to that body,
Which I love,
It's like being afraid of loneliness.
Living without you is like surrendering at every moment,
It's like falling, and getting up,
And starting over for you.
This isn't normal.
It's like wanting to fly,
Where you are,
This isn't normal,
It's like wanting to fly,
Where you are.

Night without you is a bitter drink,
It's looking at the calendar,
It's crying friends, it's crying.
It's like having my hands full of you,
Of your laughter, your hips,
And knowing that you're not there,
It's like sitting down to pick the stars apart,
Under a new moon,
Through the window,

Living without you is like being,
Chained to that body,
Which I love,
It's like being afraid of loneliness.
Living without you is like surrendering at every moment,
It's like falling, and getting up,
And starting over for you.
This isn't normal.
It's like wanting to fly,
Where you are,
This isn't normal,
It's like wanting to fly,
Where you are.