You left without words, closing the door,


just when it requested to you, a little more.


The fear moved away to you of the nest, without an answer,


leaving a heart hurt, leaving me back.






And now I die of love if you are not,


I die and I cannot hope,


to that you return again here,


next to me, with your kisses.






It is that I die of love if you are not,


I die and I cannot hope


I need have here, next to me,


without your love I cannot follow.






Between your papers I discovered, a letter,


single in lines tightened, phrases without reason.


You say that the reason was the lack of air,


if I always let to you be free, without a condition.






It is that I die of love if you are not,


I die and I cannot hope


I need have here, next to me,


without your love I cannot follow.






It tell me that it is not truth, that I am going to wake up,


near your skin, just as until yesterday.






Because I die of love if you are not,


I die and I cannot hope,


to that you return again here,


next to me, with your kisses.






It is that I die of love if you are not,


I die and I cannot hope


I need have here, next to me,


wïthout your love I cannot follow