Dulce locura [English translation]

I sell the inventory of memories of the most beautiful story I have ever heard in my life

I sell the script of the saddest and most beautiful movie I have ever seen in my life

I sell all the chords, the brilliant melodies and the lyrics I have ever composed in my life

I even sell the sign that announces the latest debut that I’ll ever have had in life

I understand you left and now I’m doing my time, but don’t ask of me to like life

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet lunacy, I feel small and insignificant

The night dreams of you and laughs, I try to hug you and you hide from me

I sell a camera that knows it captured the look that’s engraved in my mind for life

I sell two expired tickets for the second row, that I tore apart

I sell two boxseat I reserved ages ago and now … (I have no idea how to translate this part, anyone?)

I even sell the sign that announces the latest debut that I’ll ever have had in life

I understand you left and now I’m doing my time, but don’t ask of me to like life

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet lunacy, I feel small and insignificant

The night dreams of you and laughs, I try to hug you

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet lunacy, crying like a rainy day

My soul takes off in search for you on a journey from which it will never return

I’ll regret it, every night when I’m looking for traces of you on my roof

The memory of an embrace that still makes me shiver

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet lunacy, I feel small and insignificant

The night dreams of you and laughs, I try to hug you

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet lunacy, crying like a rainy dayMy soul takes off in search for you on a journey from which it will never return