Me vas a echar de menos (en inglés)

You’re going to miss me when you see the rain and I’m not next to you
And you’ll look for my hand to squeeze it tight and love me like that
You’re going to miss me when you feel alone in the arms of another love
And know that I still exist and that I live my life, or maybe not any more

And you’ll be calling me every 20th of April
And they’ll say there’s no one here, that I’m far away from here
And you’ll be sad thinking about what you did and you won’t be able to pretend

You’re going to miss me when your luck changes and something goes wrong
And you don’t have me near to tell you ‘calm down, everything will be alright’
You’re going to miss me when the night comes and you remember me
And you’ll cry with rage to think I was yours and how much I meant to you And you’ll be calling me every 20th of April
And they’ll say there’s no one here, that I’m far away from here
And you’ll be sad thinking about what you did and you won’t be able to pretend

And you’ll want to forget me and you won’t forget me
And you’ll come to look for me and you won’t find me
And even in your good moments you’re going to miss me
And every day more