Menos, Más [English translation]

See, we're at this again

with the same nonsense

in spite of how easy it is to love.

Another tower of Babel.

A thousand ways to understand

one same thing, one same shuddering.

I speak in rhymes and you sing to me in prose.

You come, you go.

I don't know if you come closer or go farther.

You ask, you give.

You don't enter nor stay outside.

Less, more.

You think that you can't get wet,

that you'd drown in the waters of loving.

If you let me I'll teach you to swim.

You with your shell.

Me, enduring the downpour.

There is so much time to lose.

And with so much confusion,

our hearts become a mess.

My soul gets dizzy by means of swinging.

It loses direction, it even loses its calm.

You come, you go.

I don't know if you come closer or go farther.

You ask, you give.

You don't enter nor stay outside.

Less, more.

You think that you can't get wet,

that you'd drown in the waters of loving.

If you let me I'll teach you to swim.

To swim.

You come, you go.

I don't know if you come closer or go farther.

You ask, you give.

You don't enter nor stay outside.

You come, you go.

I don't know if you come closer or go farther.

You ask, you give.

You don't enter nor stay outside.

You come, you go.

Less, more.