Fin De Semana [English translation]

I'm dying inside

If you say you don't love me

That cut my breath

And nail me thousand pins

I'm straight going to bar

at dead hours

going out for the inside

And erasing all my footprints

That does not impress me

With these airs of cool

That I can always find your bones,

Even when it is dark

I, as I am not very normal,

I decide to look for you

Looking for you in the dark

I usually find you

But tomorrow is weekend

Within the labyrinth of your eyes

Because this time does not give me a win

With this binge

And this insane life

I want to see you early in the morning

rumba that knocks out with Catalan rumba

And not have to tell us anything

That not, that no,

Tell us nothing,

That not,for what?

Tell us nothing.

And sometimes I turn on me

And I turn off me like a candle

I lie down like an asshole

To see the stars

Thinking what would I do

for touching your hair

that has lost time

I am dying of the desire to see you

In the morning

I am looking at the phone

To see if you call

I'm going straight to voicemail

Of your missed calls

Trying to locate you

It saves me the day

But tomorrow...

But tomorrow...