Una flor se muere,
un ultimo suspiro se escapa...

Isn't it easy to close your eyes,
still your heart...

On the outside I'm fin,
fun, gentle, and kind...

Duele reconocer que despues de todo este tiempo,
Despues de haber dicho con orgullo que te pude...

Every single day of my life
I ask myself the same questions;once or twice...

I feel an empty hole..
In one side of my heart...

Hidden in a hollow space,
Mourning for a long lost face...

Sitting in your comfy chair,
Warm and cozy, not a care...

Hot tears running down my cheeks
It's the first time in weeks...

You don't look at me anymore,why?
You don't say hi to me anymore,why...

In the class everybody sat silent
While the teacher looked around...

My sufferings are played silently,
like a lone violin in an orchestra...