Translated: Ricky Martin

How do you move on when you keep thinking of the past?

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Con Tu Nombre ("With Your Name")

I leave the window open for if a song comes
and a net of butterflies hanging from the balcony,
for if the wind leaves behind some story there entangled
from forgotten notes, from characteristics of your absence.

Before, before I dream of someone new,
I have to forget your lips,
before I have to uproot from my memory
every verse that started...with your name.

Some letters burn and an errant melody,
a handful of words cut off halfway.
When time leaves behind this deserted road
without arriving anywhere and I strip away your traces...

Before, before I dream of someone new,
I have to forget your kisses,
before I have to uproot from my memory
every verse that started...with your name.

This is the last time that I sing
your name, your name...
This is the last time...

Before, before I dream of someone new,
I have to forget your lips.
Before, before I close my eyes,
I have to forget your skin,

before I have to uproot from my memory
every verse that started...with your name.