Amor se llama el juego [English translation]

It’s been too many months

Since the last time my buffoonery provoke your

Willingness to smile.

And is not that I stopped caring

But those days of kissed and sweat…

Is time to sleep.

It hurts to see you stir

The small ashtray pleasure

Left behind

Wrong and late I’m honoring

The word I gave you when I swore

I would write you a song.

A sad and envious God

Punished us

For climbing together the tree

And indulge with the flower of pleasure

For tasting such flavor

Water kills fire

like years do to ardor

Love is the name of a game

Where two blind people

Play to hurt each other

Each time worse

Each time more broken

Each time more you

Each time more me

Without any trace of us

Nor innocent, nor guilty

Our hearts now being destroyed by this big storm

Cannon fodder

It’s not me, nor you, nor anybody

Are the miserable fingers that keep

Winding this watch

And there’re no tears

good enough To bring us back

inside the car

Where that night of carnival

I began to take your clothes apart

Water is to fire

What years are to ardor

Love is the name of a game

Where two blind people

Play to hurt each other

Each time worse

Each time more broken

Each time more you

Each time more me

Without any trace of us