A la misma hora en el mismo lugar [English translation]

At the same time, to the same place

he went every afternoon to see her pas by,

she, embraced to that man,

and he, in love with that woman.

At the same time, in the same place,

at the same table and in the same bar,

he left his heart crying because of love,

that love that kept him sleepless and took his peace and life..

And then, at night, he used to go back home:

a kiss, a caresse from the one waiting for him.

Always the same reproach, his eluding glance,..

Always her image fixed in his mind.

And then, again, awake in bed,

embracing his pillow, trying to forget her,

again, that question: "tell me what's the matter"

and he, answering: "nothing, good night".

At the same time, to the same place,

he went back that afternoon to see her pass by,

she, as always, with that man,

and he, dying for that woman.

At the same time, in the same place,

at the same table and in the same bar,

finally he wrote her a love letter

saying what he would have liked to say, but he didn't dare.

And then, at night, he used to go back home:

a kiss, a caresse from the one waiting for him.

Always the same reproach, his eluding glance,

Always her image fixed in his mind.

And that night, quietly, he left the bed,

he put in a suitcase whatever he had left.

he left for his wife the letter on her pillow,

the letter to that unfaithful love he loved so much,

and he left, slowly, not to cime back.

He left that Sunday at night,

but, every so often, they saw him pass by,

at the same time and in the same place.

• Artist:Pimpinela