En Espuma y Arena [English translation]

Even though you always see me like a wakeful flower,

weaving alphabets against all odds;

don't believe that my hands can tear up forests,

tear up forests

Even though I feel the desire to hate to death

the unavoidable anguish of your perfect face,

don't believe that my hatred is real hatred;

I'm just trying to fall into your bonfire

and to burn your cursed loneliness with me.

I want to see you laugh, woman of my dilemma,

messy, free; with no reins or limits,

laugh like your soul will flee from this forest.

I want to see you laugh, woman of my experience;

crying the distance, falling with your star;

to where things are forever weightless;

So we'll forget a little bit of what makes us despair;

so the world will turn into foam and sand,

Don't think that my hatred is real hatred;

It's just the desire to fall into your bonfire

and to burn your cursed loneliness with me.

I want to see you emerge like the full moon,

in the light of a puddle after the storm;

lying in the asphalt and on all the sidewalks.

I want to see you laugh, woman of my experience,

crying the distance, falling with your star;

to where things are forever weightless,

so we'll forget a little bit of what makes us despair;

so the world will turn into foam and sand.

To foam and sand, you see,

to foam and sand

that the world will turn, caramba,

to foam and sand..

I'm begging that your soul stops its suffering,

I'm begging that your soul stops its suffering,

and that all your sadness turns into sand.

To foam and sand, you see,

to foam and sand

that the world will turn, caramba,

to foam and sand..

I want your loneliness to soon get out of the mist

I want your loneliness to soon get out of the mist

and that all your sadness turns into foam,

Look, my love!