De música ligera [English translation]

Look how she slept

To the heat of the masses

And how I woke up

Wanting to dream her

A little while back

I thought writing for her

And I never sewed up

The trickery of love

From that one love

Of the subtle music

Nothing will free us,

Nothing more remains

I won't send her

Any ashes of roses

And I won't avoid

A little secret brush

From that one love

Of the subtle music

Nothing will free us,

Nothing more remains