Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente,

me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.

Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado

yparece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

Me gustas cuando callas y estas como distante.

Y estas como quejandote, mariposa en arrullo. 

Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:

Dejame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente

Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.

Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.

Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,

and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.

It seems as though your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

I like for you to be stil, and you seem far away. It sounds as though you were lamenting,  a butterfly cooing like a dove. And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:

Let me come to be still in your silence.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.

One word then,

one smile, is enough.

And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

Why why why?????

I will stop.

But i wont stop.