A contratiempo [English translation]

Oh God, how damn can I be!

Again my spirit has escaped through the door!

Could it be that I saw again,

perhaps without trying, those old letters?

Oh God...how damn can I be!

Once again my heart is full of rain.

Could it be that I saw again,

perhaps without trying, those photographs of yours?

The evening is coming, and I feel like calling you.

Loneliness is a station at dawn,

a kiss in the wind, a desperate song.

I don't know whether it was a good idea to say goodbye,

and is that one is not enough.

I'll go to look from the balcony how the sun sets,

It's no longer what it used to be.

No matter how hard I try, I don't remember your defects.

Loneliness is a station at dawn,

a kiss in the wind, a syncopated song.

We agreed to meet today at ten,

my heart beats again

as it did the first time,

and back-lighted, I surrender to the shake of your wishes

and the moisture imposes its law at syncopated time.

At syncopated time

At syncopated time

At syncopated time

• Artist:Ana Torroja