Cuando baja la marea [English translation]

Air... In this lazy Summer afternoon

Your memory is an old, grey picture

That fades a little more with each passing hour...

It's so difficult for me to remember your features

Only half a day after you've left.

Air... I don't remember whether your eyes were dark figs

Or your teeth were lemon wedges;

I don't remember the way in which your eyebrows curve.

I can barely talk at all

About anything other than your scent.

Chorus:

The mind, when the tide recedes,

Out of sheer survival instinct,

Tries to cauterize every wound

Left behind by love, in its wake.

The mind, when the tide recedes,

Showing the real structure of pain,

Activates a defense mechanism

To prevent our hearts from drowning.

So beautiful, with your perfect Hebrew outline;

Disheveled, so full of dreams...

Your shoulders sloped and wearing these old shoes...

Chorus

(Air)

I cannot breathe!

(In this lady Summer afternoon)

I cannot describe you anymore

(Your memory is like an old, grey photograph)

That is barely distinguishable

(That fades a little more with each passing hour)

Oh, no!

(Air)

I try to draw

(Your features, but I can barely do it)

No matter how hard I try to do it

(It is to difficult to actually recognize)

With all the love that we gave to each other

(That you haven't left a lasting mark in me)

Air... Now, that the tide is receding

And this wreckage is beyond hope...

It's so sad!