El año cero [English translation]

Sick of myself, sick of everything.

Sick of so many days that fold over me.

Sick of whoever sleeps on my bed.

Of cause, effect, disloyalty and banality.

I'll take a sleeping pill and see

if at least I'll sleep.

I'll go down lost streets,

faraway areas I forgot and urges that I left.

And I'll find dispersed souls

in this thick fog that doesn't let you see the light.

One day all of this will change

and the year zero will come.

The year zero will come.

I'll love you even if you fail me,

and if your crazy capriciousness ties me up to you,

a fucked-up war won't come.

I'll only slap reality.

And the year zero will come.

And the year zero will come.

Thus a new light will tear

a sky no one else has seen.

The year zero will come.

And the year zero will come.

And the year zero will come.

And the year zero is now.