Broken

We sailed on wild currents, with dreams set on high,

Now I drift on still waters, where your love passed me by.

Your laughter was the wind, guiding through the storm,

Now it's just a whisper where warmth was once formed.

Rutas sin rumbo, trazadas en el pasado,

Es el mapa de un sueño que ha quedado desolado.

Navegamos en el recuerdo, bajo un cielo de ausencias,

Rutas sin rumbo, amor en decadencia.

Your touch was a compass, pointing to my heart,

Now it's a broken needle, lost from the start.