Cómo duele [English translation]

I found for you the sunlight at midnight

And the number after infinity,

And I placed the Big Dipper on your headband

And you kept on like nothing;

I sweetened the sea water for when you were thirsty

I rented you a waning room on the moon,

And like a graceful loser I searched in bed

For the things that love had not resolved.

And how it hurts that you're so far

Sleeping here on the same bed;

How it hurts, such distance,

Even though I hear you breathing

And you're hundreds of miles away

And it hurts loving you so,

Pretending that everything is perfect

While it hurts wasting my life

Trying to locate

What long ago has gone...

I finished off the gardens because of your flowers,

I invented alchemy against Utopia,

And I have come to confuse with tenderness

The pity with which you sometimes look at me;

How sad is assuming pain,

pathetic to believe that a lie

was what I called for to the miracle elves

so that they would make you wake up in love.

How it hurts that you're so far

sleeping here on the same bed;

How it hurts, such distance,

Even though I hear you breathing

And you're hundreds of miles away.

And it hurts loving you so,

Pretending that everything is perfect

While it hurts wasting my life

Trying to locate

What long ago has gone...

Why does so much distance hurt us,

Pretending that everything is perfect

While you feel that it hurts

wasting your life sleeping here on the same bed...

How it hurts...

• Artist:Ricardo Arjona