Nube Negra [English translation]

When I look for summer in an empty dream,

When cold burns you, if you take my hand,

When the tired light has yesterday´s shadows

When sunrise is another freezing night.

When I play my death to the verse I don’t write,

When I only get news from Death,

When the sword cuts off what doesn’t exist anymore,

When I pluck the sad cluster of nothing.

I can only ask you to wait for me,

At the other side of the black cloud,

There, where there are not merchants left,

That sell loneliness of Gin.

At the other side of the blackouts,

At the other side of the broken moon,

There, where songs are written

With white smoke from the black cloud.

When I feel pity for feeling what I´m feeling,

When wind doesn’t blow in any city,

When is not loved anymore what its being celebrated,

When the black cloud takes place in my bed.

When I wake up, and I vote for today´s fear,

When I am, what I am in a broken mirror,

When I lock up the house because I feel wounded,

When is lost time to wonder what´s going on?

At the other side of the blackouts,

At the other side of the broken moon,

There, where songs are written

With white smoke from the black cloud.