Islas en tus ojos [English translation]

I hate many things ever since I know you

and I haven't understood well the reason, but I imagine it.

I hate my name if I don't have yours, and in every farewell

I detest that you hate yourself and push me away because

There are green islands in your eyes - my griefs rest.

Stop yourself on me for an hour at least if I do find you.

And I l-o-v-e you, and with my hands, I'll tell you what I kept quiet about.

And you love me - the synthetic plot of some historic afternoon.

And everything is perfect,

everything tastes like you.

And now there goes, beautifully,

beautifully, another year.

You destroy lies, your strength knocks them down.

They can't overcome your light and you understood that a long time ago.

You know that shyness no longer weighs you down, and today it'll lift you

above hatred and grey lies because there are,

There are green islands in your eyes - my griefs rest.

Stop yourself on me for an hour at least if I do find you.

And I l-o-v-e you, and with my hands, I'll tell you what I kept quiet about.

And you love me - the synthetic plot of some historic afternoon.

And everything is perfect,

everything tastes like you.

And now there goes, beautifully,

beautifully, another year.

I never lie and I no longer care about what they say.

Souls travel in silence, I'll see them pass me by.

Even though sadness follows you, you're still smiling.

Your soul is unique because you never give up.

And I l-o-v-e you - I already know you suffer even if you pretend it's not true.

And your smile that inverts itself and contradicts

the stupid rules controlling the masses.

And you love me - and you persuade me of believing there only are good people.

Of believing evil is solitude poisoning itself,

and thus it may be.

There are green islands in your eyes - my griefs rest.

Stop yourself on me for an hour at least if I do find you.

And I l-o-v-e you, and with my hands, I'll tell you what I kept quiet about.

And you love me - the synthetic plot of some historic afternoon.

There are green islands in your eyes - my griefs rest.

Stop yourself on me for an hour at least if I do find you.

And I l-o-v-e you, and with my hands, I'll tell you what I kept quiet about.

And you love me - the synthetic plot of some historic afternoon.

There are green islands in your eyes - my griefs rest.

Stop yourself on me for an hour at least if I do find you.