Y tú [English translation]

My love, listen carefully

to something you've never heard me said

I want to give a wounded verse

one hundred profane words

I want to save the whistle

of the wind thats moving

when you walk by without looking

feeling the darkness

where I find you at dawn

where a dream become true

and you,

you are my memory and I am oblivion

where time passes and you're not there

and you, you are the alibi and I am the crime

and you, every year you add, it's a medal

in this wise war

and you,

I don't know how the world sounded before

you were not here

My love, listen carefully

let me whisper in your ear

I want to give you a wounded verse

one hundred profane words

I want to tell you

and you, you heal everything I have inside

I want you to bring your desire to heal this barren body

to heal my impaired world

and you,

you are my memory and I am oblivion

where time passes and you're not there

and you, you are the alibi and I am the crime

and you, every year you add, it's a medal

in this wise war

and you,

I don't know how the world sounded before

you were not here

My love, listen carefully