Lo quiero oír de tu boca [English translation]

That first night of May,

When I wrote this letter,

I was feeling sad and I felt like

Shutting myself away in my house.

Freedom is a treacherous friend

And she's abandoned me.

I want to hear it from your lips.

Here I find myself moored to my luck,

In the harbour of uncertainty.

With a splinter from a mast,

Piercing my soul.

And if it hurts to let myself groan,

To hear you console me.

I want to hear it from your chapped lips,

Where your kisses escape.

I want to hear it from your lips.

You already know it's not that difficult to knock me down,

But on the ground I can't fall any further.

I’m biding my time and getting stronger.

And I swear that one day I will get up.

I want to hear it from your lips.

The wolves work quickly through the night.

And I have played the camp of night as well as the camp of day.

When my life ends like a rusty piece of junk,

I will remember your consolation and your kisses.

I want to hear it from your lips.