Viejo Cuento [English translation]

It started with the sea swaying us.

The world was sleeping now.

On a bench, I found the tale

with which you laugh, love and cry.

All these cold years,

sheltered by a greeting,

we believed in something strange

that is still resting mutely today.

That is still resting today,

resting mutely.

The silhouette that the sun drew

brought a void of shadows.

The silhouette that the sun drew

uncovered many things from us.

But this old tale

has a blank page.

That one that talks about you.

The one that makes you cry a lot.

The one that makes you cry a lot.

The silhouette that the sun drew

brought a void of shadows.

The silhouette that the sun drew

uncovered many things from us.

The silhouette that the sun drew

brought a void of shadows.

And when the flowers returned, me,

my calm stopped being alone.