Que Vuelvas

y que voy a hacer con mi despiste selectivo
y con mi sueño frustrado de aprender a cocinar
y que voy a hacer con los domingos
y feriados ningún plan es apropiado
cuando intento no pensar
dime acaso a dónde vas
ahora que no estoy
dime acaso a dónde voy
ahora que no estás
que me inventaré para decirle al mundo entero
si me ven tumbada al suelo
y sin más ganas de volar
cómo escondo este par de alas rotas
y las suelas de mis botas
cansadas de caminar
dime acaso a dónde vas
ahora que no estoy
dime acaso a dónde voy
ahora que no estás

coro:
yo quiero que vuelvas
que te están reclamando
mis labios que hace tiempo no besas
yo quiero que regreses
ya ves que hasta mis manos
de tanto no tocarte me duelen me duelen
y qué voy a hacer si mi barbilla llega al piso
y aunque intente la sonrisa no me sale natural
si ya me han visto con la mirada perdida
unas cuantas libras menos
y unas lágrimas de más
dime acaso a dónde vas
ahora que no estoy
dime acaso a dónde voy
ahora que no estás

coro:
yo quiero que vuelvas
que te están reclamando
mis labios que hace tiempo no besas
yo quiero que regreses
si sabías que eras para mi
y siempre quisite estar aquí
aún no entiendo cómo, cuándo, dónde,
ni porqué te perdí, yo no sé vivir así

That You Return

And what am I going to do with my selective mistakes?
And with my frustrated dream of learning how to cook?
And what am I going to do with Sundays and other days of the week?
No plan is appropriate when I try not to think.

Maybe tell me where you're going
now that I'm not there
Maybe tell me where I'm going
now that you're not here

What will I invent to tell the entire world
if they see me tumbling from the sky
and without more desire to fly?
How do I search with a pair of broken wings
and the soles of my tired walking boots?

Maybe tell me where you're going
now that I'm not there
Maybe tell me where I'm going
now that you're not here

I want you to return.
My lips that you haven't kissed in a while are demanding for you.
I want you to come back.
You already see that even my hands
Ache, ache from so much not touching you.

And what am I going to do if my beard reaches the floor?
And although I try to smile it doesn't come out naturally
if they have already seen me with a lost look,
some pounds less,
and some tear drops more.

Maybe tell me where you're going
now that I'm not there
Maybe tell me where I'm going
now that you're not here

I want you to return.
My lips that you haven't kissed in a while are demanding for you.
I want you to come back.
You already have seen that even my hands hurt from not touching you.
They hurt. They hurt.

I want you to return.
My lips that you haven't kissed in a while are demanding for you.
I want you to come back
if you knew that you were for me
and you always wanted to be here.
I still don't understand how, when, where or why I lost you.
I don't know how to live like this.

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