Pétalo de sal [English translation]

Furious petal of salt

The same street, the same bar

Nothing matters to you in the city

if there's no one waiting

She turns crimson

I don't know if it's B. Aires or Madrid

Nothing matters to you in the city

if there's no one waiting

And it's not so tragic my love

It's this dream, it's this sun

That yesterday it seemed so strange

Or at least your lips

I understand you well

It's like talking to the wall

And you could give me faith...

Furious petal of salt

The same street, the same bar

Nothing matters to you in the city

if there's no one waiting

She turns crimson

I don't know if it's B. Aires or Madrid

Nothing matters to you in the city

if there's no one waiting

And it's not so tragic my love

It's this dream, it's this sun

That yesterday it seemed so strange

Or at least your lips

I understand you well

It's like talking to the wall

And I imagine you spinning around

the neighborhood

There's something about these years

that make me be this way

And to tell you that I miss you

And I'm going to see you happy