El más feliz [Finis Terrae] [English translation]

Consider what's left behind,

on the way back home,

the truth is not that easy without

giving up what I once was,

uncertain desires.

I will try to walk this city,

without taking my eyes off the front.

Seven days will no longer be enough

to build a home again without seeing the sea.

Where was ending up this love I gave

These moments from the past I can no longer forget.

Where are ending up, to which dismal dung-heap,

Mister garbageman, do me a favor:

Find the happiest, the one that is still alive,

catch me off guard and grind it, and grind it.

Moisture begins to dissipate.

I will feel nostalgia when I remember

all this salt seeping through my bones,

and that sun that's not heating

but makes iridescent my sky,

over a sea that is constantly breaking

on the glass of the lighthouse, in the distance.

Seven days will no longer be enough

to build a home again without seeing the sea.

Where was ending up this love I gave

These moments from the past I can no longer forget.

Where are ending up, to which dismal dung-heap,

Mister garbageman, do me a favor:

Find the happiest, the one that is still alive,

catch me off guard and grind it, and grind it.

And grind it...