Noche de ronda [English translation]

Sleepless night,

how sad you pass by,

how sad you cross

over my balcony.

Sleepless night,

how you hurt,

how you wound

my heart.

Moon that breaks

through the hell

of my solitude...

Where are you going?

Tell me if this night

you go on tour,

the way she went...

Who is she with?

Tell her I love her,

tell her I’m dying

of so long waiting,

tell her to come back,

that making rounds is not good,

it hurts, it brings pain

and ends in tears.

Where are you going?

Who is she with?

Tell her I love her,

tell her I’m dying

of so long waiting,

tell her to come back,

that making rounds is not good,

it hurts, it brings pain

and ends in tears.