Y voló [English translation]

She's eighteen in her young skin,

dolls remainders, in her nails

because she's still a child

in her woman body.

She lives trapped between the murmurs

of a great city.

And from time to time, she cries,

she never saw the sea.

She doesn't know many things,

that one night of these

she has to scape...

And she flew...

she left leaving behind her parents and a box

where she keeps letters of a first love,

she left crying without saying goodbye...

And she flew...

she scaped a night going towards to the sun,

she scaped yelling with her sweet voice:

I want to be eternal, I want to be a song!

And when you see her, tell her

that I have no hard feelings for her,

though those letters

that she left forgotten

were written by me...