I finally got around to reading the translated lyrics of Sol de Inverno. Wow, they pack a punch and a half.
Whenever I break up with somebody, I'm using this portion:
Dreams that I have dreamt, where are they?
Hours that I have lived, who has them?
What's the use of having a heart, and not having someone's love?
I live on longings, my love, my life has lost the splendour.
Like a winter sun, I have no warmth.
Shortly followed by a day long marathon of Almodavar movies.
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