Al taller del maestro [English translation]

Oh how it hurts to be awake and not be able to sing.

How do I express to you without words, that I'll die if you're not here.

That time goes by and everything changes, and today I cry of loneliness;

That the dream I carry in my soul, suddenly is not there.

That the smile has gone away; my tears will fall.

I'm coming to the master's workshop; he will cure me, He will take me in his arms and every affliction he will heal.

The master's tools will mend my soul.

With a hammer in His hand and lots of fire, although it hurts it will help me; to know Him and understand Him, to know I don't deserve anything.

To love is more than an excuse, it's to give, it's sacrifice; more than just a feeling, its a decision to love...

I'm coming to the master's workshop

There, oh the sun will come out.

I'm coming to the master's workshop; carpenter my soul is here.

I'm coming to the master's workshop; it doesn't matter how long it takes me there.

Oh of the days that were cold, the sun didn't show up.

When talent is not everything and the silence is worth more

Than a thousand words without meaning; and the life that will die.

If you're not here with me, what's my singing for.

What's the fame and the stars for, if the master is not there?

Why tell you that I love you, if I don't want to be with you?