La niña que llora en tus fiestas [English translation]

An empty swing flies over my head,

Flies over the cemetary of my will.

I keep looking for the girl who cries at your parties,

Flower bells ring at my funeral.

Look at me, with the polar star at my feet,

I return home again lost,

because I don't know how to stop adoring you.

An empty swing flies, touching the sand,

Leaving traces of the fallen angel when passing.

Traces that always lead me to you to stop my suffering,

Like the dose of fleeting life that you gave me to try.

Look at me, with the polar star at my feet,

I return home again lost,

because I don't know how to stop adoring you.

I think of you every time I walk away from myself,

Every time that I'd prefer to die,

Since the day that you gave me,

Your face is an unopened rose.

Look at me, with the polar star at my feet,

I return home again lost,

because I don't know how to stop adoring you.

Think of me every time you see me like this,

And my lips are sewn to you

And the moon paints my eyes.

Look at me every time you go I think of you,

Every time I'd prefer to die,

Every time you kiss me like this,

Every time that you go, look at me.