Dulce locura [English translation]

I’m selling the inventory of memories of the loveliest story that I heard in my life

I’m selling the script of the saddest and most beautiful movie I could ever have seen in my life

I’m selling all the chords, the dazzling melodies and the lyrics I will compose throughout life

I’m even selling the sign that announces the debut of the life that in a moment I will live

I understand that you left and now I’m condemned, but don’t ask me to want to live

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

The night dreams of you and mocks me, I try to hug you and you fade away

I’m selling a worn camera that used to capture the look that’s engraved in my mind for life

I’m selling two expired tickets for the second row, that in my life I will rip apart

I’m selling two armchairs I reserved ages ago upon which now I fall when in my life I used to sit

I’m even selling the sign that announces the debut of the life that in a moment I will live

I understand that you left and now I’m condemned, but don’t ask me to want to live

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

The night dreams of you and mocks me, I try to hug you

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

My soul tears itself from me seeking you on a journey from which it will never return

I will climb, every night, when searching for your moon on my roof

The memory of an embrace that even now makes me tremble

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

The night dreams of you and mocks me, I try to hug you

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

My soul tears itself from me seeking you on a journey from which it will never return