Galerna [English translation]

He would leave home quickly with a hand on his heart,

his tie badly knotted and his share of motive.

She would then make the bed with tears of her love

while picking her pain up.

But when he came back, like every other day,

the galerna1 opened the window.

Rancour sat in front of wrath,

they defied each other one more time.

You're both responsible for my chest

being inhabited by the snake and the scorpion

by the storm and discouragement,

by the thorns of the rose bush.

You're both responsible for my dreams

not having a sky to look at,

not having a river, not having a field.

Not having peace.

He would come back late and tired with nothing to tell.

She would open her clear eyes worn away out of waiting.

He would flee like the cats when they get scared walking by

while she prepared her truth.

A glove would fall over my flowers.

Another deathmatch was about to start.

The sound of sabres every night

with the same wounded to revive.

You're both responsible for my chest

being inhabited by the snake and the scorpion

by the storm and discouragement,

the thorns of the rose bush.

You're both responsible for my dreams

not having a sky to look at,

not having a river, not having a field.

Not having peace.

You're both responsible for my neck

feeling your hands when I wake up,

them squeezing me a bit more every day.

1. "Galerna" is a term commonly used to describe the quite unique strong and stormy winds from the Bay of Biscay in Spain.