Se muere por volver [English translation]

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

Yesterday, no one came to bid him farewell.

The train left, nobody was waving their handkerchief.

And to be honest, I see him somewhat sad.

He thought you, you would end up showing up.

He's leaving this place, he leaves you with your people.

He never felt part of your world either.

You go live your life written in the present.

He's facing his future with no script.

'Cause he might be neither a great father nor a good son,

nor the first to win the race,

but he'll know how to write in his little books

the most beautiful lyrics on earth.

And you won't see his name in the papers.

Fame will never come to see him.

But in the early hours, over the roofs,

his tied-up mouth will be the one that sounds.

Now, in part thanks to you who didn't come here

to bid him farewell on the platform that day,

it turns out he never really wanted to leave

and now he's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.

To come back, he's dying to come back.

He's dying to come back.