Lost in translation...tonight I can write the saddest lines...

...and here is the unaltered original short film...

puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche...

...when you're not around...

I don't want to hear the stars jingle
don't want to hear the moon sigh
I don't want to hear the clouds
bump into each other up in the sky
I don't want to hear the raindrops shatter
as they fall to the ground
I don't want to hear the angels laughter
if you're not around... when you're not around

I don't want to see the colors of Heaven
in my bottle of gin
I don't want to see the goddess of twilight
before winter begins
I don't want to see the clouds cover the mountains
as the night disappears
I don't want to throw pennies into fountains
if you're not near... to bring you here.

Tu nombre...