La visita [English translation]

I remembered the time my visitor came,

in that rainy day a wall crossed my way,

I slipped and accidentally I attached my body to his

then I died in his chest,

but it didn't feel so good.

And I know he will come back at night,

he will come back between the grass

and my mouth will sing.

I tried to talk, but my tongue is dead

and my conscience is atrophied.

I connect with his person,

I even cried when my visitor left.

"There's nothing new, everything's a bother"

I reflect about my date.

And I know he will come back at night,

he will come back between the grass

and my mouth will sing to him

¡Oh, no!

And I know he will come back at night,

he will come back between the grass

and my mouth will sing to him

Oh, oh, and I know my conscience will come back,

in my sex he will come back

and my song will be for him.