Al Respirar [English translation]

At the armchair, I've left you

the paints and a blank story.

There is no beginning nor end,

just what you want to go telling.

And when breathing

try to be who furnishes the air

which when inhaled

brings you the world of this side.

At the armchair, I've left you

the paints and a blank story.

I go to another place,

it may be a long journey.

The bubble in which I grew up

sold us convenience

and a knot among our hands. [1]

I chose ambiguity.

You, the phantom and reality,

all in the same boat.

And when breathing

I propose to be myself who furnishes the air

which when inhaled

brings me the world of this side.

To breathe

so strongly that the air gets broken.

Although this time,

if I don't breathe, it's to avoid suffocating myself.

Try not to breathe...

Try not to breathe...

And when breathing

I propose to be myself who furnishes the air

which when inhaled

brings me the world of this side.

To breathe

so strongly that the air gets broken.

Although this time

perhaps it would be better to go away.

Try not to breathe...

Try not to breathe...

• Artist:Vetusta Morla
• Album:Mira (2005)