I sell the inventory of memories
Of the prettiest story
That I ever heard in my life
I sell the script of the saddest and the most beautiful film
That I could ever see in my life
I sell the chords, the brilliant melody, and the lyrics
That I will ever compose in my life
I even sell the poster that announces
The premiere of the moment that I will live in my life
I understand that you left and now I pay my sentence
But don't ask me that I want to live
Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
I become small and petite
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you and you shield yourself
I sell a worn-out camera that captured the gaze
That I will ever record in my life
I sell two expired tickets
That were from the second row
That I will break in my life
I sell two seats reserved centuries ago
And now I realize that in my life I sat
I even sell the poster that announces
The premiere of the moment that I will live in my life
I understand that you left and now I pay my sentence
But don't ask me that I want to live
Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
I become small and petite
The night dreams of you and mocks
Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
Crying like a rainy day
My soul takes off and looks for you
On a trip that never returns
I will climb every night to look
For your moon on my rooftop
That still makes me shiver
Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
I become small and petite
The night dreams of you and mocks, I try to hug you
Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
Crying like a rainy day
My soul takes off and looks for you