Los barcos [English translation]

It's like dying of fear

for something,

Putting your arm forward

and the other to the side

You don't talk to me,

I don't talk to you

Very simple

It's like dying of a broken heart

for something as well,

Eating salt and sugar at the same time

If you talk to me

I talk to you

Because I'm dying...

I'm dying of enthusiasm

Of enthusiasm...

To know what it is

And what is said when I die

Of enthusiasm, of enthusiasm...

The boats go and come here,

Enjoy the shore and later they leave.