Pétalos [English translation]

What little is left of this April, escaping from me,

The rainwater oxidizes the sun of my country,

Trying to crush my broken future,

I can't rewrite the story of destiny.

Speaking of you, speaking of me,

Speaking of entire nights without sleep.

The years that I lost, passed all too lightly

The kids in my neighborhood read books backwards.

I pursue a truth, written on a piece of paper,

Of a dream threatened like the sky over Babel.

Speaking of you, speaking of me,

Speaking of stories of little kindergarten kids.

My point of departure,

The years of my life.

I put "I miss you so much" in the ghost's diary.

As my hours burn,

The macarenas cry,

Common pains,

Petals from wallflowers.

Turned on to this angst,

I passed my crazy years

And a sad disenchantment,

Dreamed of white pianos.

At night on the sidewalks

Ladies in conversation

Left comedies

Something from their lives for me.