Cumplir un año menos [English translation]

It's my birthday again and there will be two plates on my table

Even though I know you won't be coming this time.

The only present I want is to turn back the calendar

So that these years go backward.

I would turn a year younger and blowing would re-light

The candles you put on the cake,

Autumn would follow winter, and August would follow September

And tomorrow will be a little more yesterday.

Why do I want words if I'm not singing to you any more?

Why do I want my lips if I've lost your kisses?

I don't want my springs is your violets aren't growing

Starting today, I will grow until I was born.

We would return to the happiest day of our lives

And one more time would be the first time

All the tears that fell on the urgent paper telegram

Would return to my eyes.

The news would tell how the bullets returned

To the weapons that were pointed to kill,

All the dissenting voices would return to life

And with them, more liberty.

Why do I want words if I'm not singing to you any more?

Why do I want my lips if I've lost your kisses?

I don't want my springs is your violets aren't growing

Starting today, I will grow until I was born.

And why do I want air if your breath is not here?

Why do I want my hands if they can't touch you?

I don't want my springs if your violets aren't growing

Starting today I will grow until I was born.

I will grow until I was born.

Starting today I will grow until I was born.

Starting today I will grow until I was born.