Rouxinol [English translation]

Ah if it wasn't just the things of my imagination

Awaiting the sunrise

To admire the song of a nightingale

Oh peace that it gives

Ah if it was true

Ah if it wasn't just the things of my imagination

Awaiting the sunrise

To admire the song of a nightingale

Oh peace that it gives

Ah if it was true

Ah if I had that vision

Ah if I could, I just can't

City grows, rises, and falls

Forgets even GPS, becoming completely lost

I saw in the graffitied wall

Something strong, well etched

About the colors of the world

It had a printed background

The blue sun-filled sky

Same design of television

But the reality is different

When the Sun appears it roasts the mind

And various little birds depart for other nests

To live far away from the people

It's the human being constructing and destroying

Everything that he sees in front of him

His egoism is something so sickening

It might be the lack of a love present

Ah if it wasn't just the things of my imagination

Awaiting the sunrise

To admire the song of the nightingale

Oh peace that it gives

Ah if it was true

Laia laia laia lalaia, laiala . . . if it was true

Laia laia laia lalaia, laiala . . . if it was true

Laia laia laia lalaia, laiala . . . if it was true