¿Qué pasa contigo?

déjalo si quieres continuar... hermano!
sal! ilumina tu vida
todo el cielo aplastándote, dime que harás
inténtalo, ilumina ese amor, antes que se vaya
algo siempre te entristece cuando todo va bien
¿qué pasa contigo? ¿qué pasa contigo?

déjalo si quieres continuar, no ocultes tu alma al sol
tienes una vida preciosa, ¿de qué sirve si solo mueres suavemente?

one day a rain will come to wash away

Since we've been wrong, you will never ever know me
What took you so long? I'm not sure all the way
But my heart it asks just one more time... are you still a mess?

meeting place

The colder the night gets, the further she strays.
And he doesn't like it, being this way.
And she tried so hard to steer away from the meeting place,
but her heart had led her there.
She clings to his consciousness, wherever he lays
he struggles to sleep at night and during the day;
he's worried she's waiting in his dreams to drag him back to the meeting place.
His love had left him there, where her voice still echoes...
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I met you
as she turned into the night, all he has was the words:
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I left you.
For weeks they had strolled around playing the fools,
they knew the time would come and time would be cruel
because it is cruel to everyone, he's crying out from the meeting place.
He's stranded himself there, where her voice still echoes:
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I met you
as she turned into the night, all he has was the words:
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I left you.
I'm sorry I met you darling, I'm sorry I left you.

Wake

It was easier to lock the doors and kill the phones than to show my skin,
Because the hardest thing is never to repent for someone else, it's letting people in.

En nombre del tiempo

Quiero desaparecer

Quiero ser una tormenta

Una cancion

Cuando llegue mi final

Quiero ser ese lugar

Donde el alma se hace mar

Donde me salpique el sol.

The lovers

Up from the pastures of boredom
out from the sea of discontent
they come in packs like hungry hounds
the seekers of the dark enchantment.
They haunt the boulevards and bars
they pray to wishing wells and stars
they ride the hurricane of hope
not looking back but on they go
toward the distance and deceiving
and all the while they keep believing
they are special and apartthe lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.
And when they pair off two by two
they feel they are the chosen fewand though their beds are made of straw
they feel like velvet in the night
and so the night is never ending
it’s made of distance and pretending
coz they’re special and apart
the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.
And when love goes away
and when love goes...goodbye
catches in their throats like cottonrises in their hearts like rain
the good times suddenly are all forgotten
the hunt begins again.

They search the subways and the streets
their faces tired, like their feet
their bodies aching to be warm
and so they hide behind the moon
their loneliness inside them growing
but they take comfort in just knowing
that they are special and apart
the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers
And when love comes again
and when love comes...hello
rises from their throats like singing
catches in their hearts like wind
the good things
strangers in their arms are bringing
makes life all right again.
They turn their faces to the light
no longer hiding in the night
so unashamed and unafraid
that they can face each other’s faults
and though the waltz will have its ending
there is no harm in just pretending
that they are special and apartthe lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.