El Instrumento [English translation]

Meeting each other, of course,

needs its time

With years that build

and years that demolish

But when all is a colt,

women, dances, wine, wind

And the flesh hold us

as much as the deep bone

What will you enuire

if you consider yourself straight?

And is your voice who says

If the promise is the truth

And suddenly were gone

the woman, the wine, the fire

What held my flesh,

the steadiness of the instrument

And in a pub singer

I knew myself in the example

I lost my partner

Untangle me from this mess

I lost my partner

Untangle me from this mess

I lost my partner

Untangle me from this mess