¿De qué me sirve ya? [English translation]

Crumpled in a corner, on some random sofa,

Wrapped in the pain of desire

Without speaking; darkness

Infuses life into the sorrow

Of being always alone,

The wounds opened by a thorn...

Chorus:

What's the use for me, now

Having ran away my whole life

Now that I am free?

Free to recapture

All the things that I'd let flow away.

The smiles of love have already disappeared,

But no one has ever died of sorrow.

You'll see, I will learn to forget you...

No, you should not suffer at all

For me; for my loneliness

For I'll slowly relearn how to live, oh...

Chorus

Many misfortunes will come

But I won't be defeated!

Oh, oh...

What's the use for me, now

That I'm free?

Free to capture

The wind

With a single exhalation,

What's the use for me, now

Running away, crying

And wounding myself even more deeply?

Now I'm free

Free to recapture...

Ah!

Don't ever come back...

Does it matter anymore?

I won't say anything else...