Vivo sin saber como puedo resistнr йsta fiebre que se aferra a tu querer, son remolinos con tu nombre y mi locura con tu rнsa y mi amargura que torturan mi vivнr. Quiero no querer lo que sufro por vencer este viento de tristeza y soledad y nuevamente me aprisiona el remolino con tu sombra... con mi sino... sin salvaciуn.
Tu voz... vuelvo a escuchar tu voz vuelves en el adios y para que? te quiero asн y para que? sin tu querer, solo dejу mi corazуn... sin su latнr, sin ilusiуn... Tu voz... vuelvo a escuchar tu voz vuelves en el adios y el remolino con tu rнsa y mi rencor y tu reнr, y mi dolor y yo,.. que dн todo mi amor.
I'm living unaware of how to stand amid the strife of this fever that's attached to your desire... it's a whirlwind of your name and my obsession, of your laugh and my dejection, torturing my life. I want to want no more what I suffer just to endure these rising winds of woe and solitude... and once again the whirlwind's around me and I'm caught with your shadow, with my lot, beyond salvation's hand.
Your voice... time's running back to hear your voice, running back to your goodbye— and all for what? I love you so, and all for what? without your love, my heart was left abandoned there... without its pounding... without a prayer... Your voice... time's running back to hear your voice, running back to your goodbye and to the whirlwind of your laughter and my quaking, and your laugh, and my heart breaking, and of me, who gave you all my love.