When I sing your heart shakes
For I am a spokesman for incoherence
Disregarding your gesture of clemency
I know my thoughts disturb you
The sun blinded your warhorse
And I make the moon shine at noon
I turn storms to lull
And I give a kiss on the razor's edge
To dance and fall into your meshes
Laughing and smiling in agony
If I happen to cry do not be surprised
My laughter and my tears have no plans
I sing the pain, love, disappointment
And the infinite sadness of lovers
Don Quixote freed from Cervantes
I found that the windmills are real
Among wild animals, owls and jackals
I turn stone on the way
Turn into a rose, a thorny path
Igniting these glacial times