Cuando Baja la Marea [English translation]

Air ...in this beautiful summer afternoon

Your memory is a gray photo

That the hours are blurring

How difficult is draw your traits

half day after you left.

Air ... if your eyes were black figs

if your teets were like lemon wedges

I can not remember the length of your eyebrows

I can not even speak of anything

Anything other than your smell

I regretted when the the tide goes down

By pure self-preservation instint

I try cauterizing each footprint

that is left behind by love

I regretted at low tide

Showing the structure of pain

Activates a defense mechanism

so my heart would not drown

Beautiful, with your perfect profile as Hebew

Scruffy, full of projects

Bent shoulders and old shoes ...

I regretted when the the tide goes down

By pure self-preservation instint

I try cauterizing each footprint

that is left behind by love

I regretted at low tide

Showing the structure of pain

Activates a defense mechanism

so my heart would not drown

Air, ... I lack the air (in this slow summer afternoon)

I can not achievement describe you (your memory is a gray photo)

Just profiled (that the hours are blurring)

Oh no

Air, .... I try to draw (your traits but almost can not)

As much as I try ( is so difficult to recognize)

With all that we loved each other (not you let me just mark)

Air,.... now when the tide goes down

And the sinking is complete

What a pity!