La melodía de Dios [English translation]

All the mornings in the world

And this cheap anguish,

The clock that threatens and sets back,

And the lack of you in the house.

Each thing that you don´t say

Because it causes you pain,

In the name of my disenchantment,

At night I miss you, I miss you.

I live as always, disarmed,

about me.

With you it´s November 4th

every half hour,

I will delay the hours, hours, hours.

So that you´re freed from the accompanying sadnesses,

When you feel alone, alone, alone.

Your entire bedside table

Carries the color of your essence,

The mornings demand clemency,

The catastrophe that caused your absence.

When my soul is liberated

From your charming eyes,

When the cold doesn´t chill so much,

These Sundays and Thursdays of terror.

I live as always, disarmed,

about me.

I´ll look for some sun there.

With you it´s November 4th

every half hour,

I will delay the hours, hours, hours.

So that you´re freed from the accompanying sadnesses,

When you feel alone, alone, alone.

When I miss you this autumn

and your watercolors fade out of their own account

All of them, all, all

I don´t want anything else without you,

I don´t want to be alone,

I don´t want Barcelona,

She said "Hola".

With you it´s November 4th

every half hour,

I will delay the hours, hours, hours.

So that you´re freed from the accompanying sadnesses,

When you feel alone, alone, alone.

When I miss you this autumn

and your watercolors fade out of their own account

All of them, all, all

I don´t want anything else without you,

I don´t want to be alone,

I don´t want Barcelona,

She said "Hola".

I will delay the hours, hours, hours.

I will delay the hours, I will delay the hours,

I will delay the hours, hours, hours.

I will delay the hours, I will delay the hours,

I will delay the hours, hours, hours.