Punto sin retorno [English translation]

There is a threshold, a point of no return

Whether this is the end or not, take off my disguise

And don't let our home get ruined

The most ferocious inertia takes me far

There is a fishing line, a bundle that tangles up our rooms

Sew me your goodbye, receive a signal

And pull the hook mercilessly

I will be the wound, the bandage and the pain

The most ferocious inertia takes me far

Come, gale! Come and sweep my papers

We don't care anymore

If I'm not the one I was yesterday and we don't have any fuel to come back

I will be the wound, the bandage and the pain

The most ferocious inertia takes me far, tosse me into its cyclone

We will be like ships colliding

We will fall slowly

What a ferocious inertia!

I'm riding its cyclone!

We will follow the fishing line

With no fuel to come back

We will follow the fishing line

With no fuel to come back

We will follow the fishing line

With no fuel to come back

I will cross the new threshold

With no fuel to come back