Hablar de ti [English translation]

While climbing the hill,

the cold took over my attitude

and my gesture,

crossing my arms against my chest

at night, like a sick boy.

The wind ruffled your health,

and a dog was barking at us,

and all the boats were

lighting your hair.

I just want you to remember that

I was a passenger

through your dreams.

That I was a passenger.

Because talk about you

is exile oneself

to the recall landscapes,

is like trying to find the key of your voice

in a secret's domains.

This song is shaming me

and it was just a memory,

anyway I liked

being around the cemetery.

I talk to you about this,

I talk to you about that,

I talk to you because of this,

that I was a passenger

there through your dreams.