El Tiempo Está Despues [English translation]

In its middle, Llupes street

Meets Belvedere

The train greets from below

With sad whistles

Those endless lines

Departing from Central

The cobblestones have been covered

But they remain there

In that neighborhood

Spring is called 'loneliness'

It's called 'screams of tenderness'

Begging to come in

It's raining over the rush

My tears will no longer

Tighten in your pockets

You changed your jacket

Someday we will meet

During another carnival

We'll be lucky if we learn

That there's nowhere

That there's no pier

That could dissolve

In its safe house what we were

Time, time comes after

Time comes after

In its middle, Llupes street

Meets Belvedere

The train greets from below

With sad whistles

Those endless lines

Departing from Central

The cobblestones have been covered

But they remain there

In that neighborhood

Spring is called 'loneliness'

It's called 'screams of tenderness'

Begging to come in

It's raining over the rush

My tears will no longer

Tighten in your pockets

You changed your jacket

Someday we will meet

During another carnival

We'll be lucky if we learn

That there's nowhere

That there's no pier

That could dissolve

In its safe house what we were

Time comes after

Someday we will meet

During another carnival

We'll be lucky if we learn

That there's nowhere

That there's no pier

That could dissolve

In its safe house what we were

Time, time comes after

Time comes after

Time...