Myriam faris,Ana vashogh

Because of the absence my eyes dont know the sleep
Not 2 days, not 2 months, not one hundred days
My heart calls you and my soul goes to you
The past makes me stop and Im waiting to see your eyes
Come back to me to see you and the heart will rest
Make me have some rest, my love, from the fire of the passions
Youll find my eyes smiling and singing the joy
And Ill find you my love, missing as I do