Cumplir un año menos [English translation]

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

even though I know you won't come this time.

As a gift, I only want to turn the calendar back

so these years go backwards.

I would turn one year younger and when blowing I would light

the candles that you put over the cake.

Autumn will follow winter, August will follow September

and tomorrow will be yesterday a bit more.

What do I want words for if I don't sing to you anymore?

What do I want my lips for if I lost your kisses?

I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow.

From today onwards, I'll grow up until I was born.

We would return to the happiest day of our lives

and it would be our first time again.

They would return to my eyes, every tear shed

over an urgent paper telegram.

The news would tell that the bullets returned

to those guns that aimed to kill.

The dissenting voices would come back to life

and with them, a bit more of freedom.

What do I want words for if I don't sing to you anymore?

What do I want my lips for if I lost your kisses?

I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow.

From today onwards, I'll grow up until I was born.

And what do I want the air for if your breath is not here?

What do I want my hands for if they don't touch you?

I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow.

From today onwards, I'll grow up until I was born.

I'll grow up until I was born.

From today onwards, I'll grow up until I was born.

From today onwards, I'll grow up until I was born.