Dias más, dias menos [English translation]

Of the things I feel

I don't understand the half

I let every moment

to show me the truth.

I'm dazzled by the sparks

of some shooting star

and I let myself go again

to the winds of chance.

Before, I will pass by your window

to leave a sign

that tells that I return

a day less, a day more

that tells that I return

a day less, a day more

Of the things I tell you

I only lie in the half

I don't know if I'm scared

or maybe I feel pity.

I put on before the mirror

the explorator disguise

and written in a notebook

I take your addresss.

Despite that I avoid it

I'm again in the middle

of a good looking maze

with crystal walls

and after long roads

a glow dazzles me

that cuts your silhouette

drawn in the coal.