Cuántos cuentos cuento [English translation]

The years that go by weigh on me,

step on my soul and put it at your feet.

If you gave me life when you kissed me,

when you left you took my being away.

I spent so much time trying

to pretend to be dumber by forgetting the past

and that the love of my life is a pact.

He loves me and I treat him well.

But sometimes he catches me arranging twenty times

the books, the wineglasses, the letters, the bedroom

and he fearfully suspects that he's in this stanza.

And God knows how many tales I tell for the sake of pretending.

'Cause if I remember you,

I spend all my hours singing!

My life happens and my days give way

to the for-a-long-time-now punished voice with no vote

of my heart tired of screaming.

If I gave thanks for the day you arrived,

today I tatter my mouth by asking myself for forgiveness

for the times I try to kiss you

while I kiss the one who's my love today.

'Cause damned be you ghosts,

you play me with advantage and you really hurt

even if later you dress yourselves up in lies

hence me not being able to catch you.

But sometimes, if no one is watching,

I close my eyes and send a kiss up in the air,

and then I sigh and slowly imagine

that wherever you are, my love,

it lands on your lips and you think a bit of me.

'Cause if I remember you,

I spend all my hours singing!

My life happens and my days give way

to the for-a-long-time-now punished voice with no vote

of my heart tired of screaming

'Cause sometimes I can't

help them flying away,

my thousand butterflies that dream of you daily!

My indulgence opens her cell for them and they kiss you in tears

if they promise that they will go back to reality in seconds.