Los otros cinco [English translation]

One more week that passes, you see,

one less of condemn,

one more line that I cross on the wall,

my way of counting pains.

On Monday, I don't leave the bed until Tuesday,

Tuesday, I spend the day thinking of you,

Wednesday doesn't exist neither in my mind nor in this story,

Thursday the hope of your return is reborn,

I continue feeding it until Friday,

Saturday and Sunday

are more painful than the other five days without you.

There is not possible parole, *

There is no presidential pardon that works,

the sentence was very clear,

and if I failed you, I am guilty and today I regret it.

You, who gave me so much...!

On Monday, underneath the sheets until Tuesday;

Tuesday, I spend the day thinking of you;

Wednesday, I erased from my mind this story;

Thursday, the hope of your return is reborn,

I continue feeding it until Friday.

Saturday and Sunday

are more painful than the other five days without you.

Forgive me.

Swear to me, sweetheart, that you will wait for me,

forgive me, sweetheart.

The pain increases a little every seven days without you.

Forgive me, sweetheart.

On Monday, underneath the sheets until Tuesday;

I stay in bed waiting to dream of you;

Tuesday, I spend the day calling you,

forgive me, sweetheart;

Wednesday, I erased from my mind this story;

Thursday, the hope of your return is reborn,

worthless hope of desolation,

I continue feeding it until Friday,

and it is that I don't know why it's that

Saturday and Sunday

are more painful than the other five days without you,

without you.