Un violinista en tu tejado [English translation]

You are as hard as the stone in my lighter

From time to time I wonder if I really love you

You are so cold, ah, like the water that flows free down the mountain

CHORUS:

And I don't understand it, it was almost fleeting

The caress of your finger across my back

While it drew a heart

And I ask the heavens to understand this jealousy

That takes over me whenever I can't see you again

I ask the moon to light up your life,

Mine has been lying melted down since long ago

Since it is so hard for me to be able to love for even moments

It is better if I don't love you at all, It will be less expensive

I'm fed up with being the sad fiddler that is on your rooftop,

Playing always out of tune when it comes to English

You are as dim as the light that lights up my life,

The ripest, forbidden fruit,

So different and yet so alike to the storm that took my life away

CHORUS:

And I don't understand it, it was almost fleeting

The caress of your finger across my back

While it drew a heart

And I ask the heavens to understand this jealousy

That takes over me whenever I can't see you again

I ask the moon to light up your life,

Mine has been lying melted down since long ago

Since it is so hard for me to be able to love for even moments

It is better if I don't love you at all, It will be less expensive

I'm fed up with being the sad fiddler that is on your rooftop,

Playing always out of tune when it comes to English

I ask the moon to light up your life,

Mine has been lying melted down since long ago

Since it is so hard for me to be able to love for even moments

It is better if I don't love you at all, It will be less expensive

I'm fed up with being the sad fiddler that is playing on your rooftop,

Always out of tune when it comes to English

And as I search your garbage

The little people of this circus

that one day we set up, are getting taller

But don't have a doubt: Soon I will be free

Because time heals everything,

Because one nail drives out another,

Always out of tune,

And as I search your garbage...

The little people of this circus

that one day we set up, are getting taller

But don't have a doubt...