Bajo el volcán [English translation]

I want to plane above your stable ground.

I’d want to be light wind again.

When I was just a breeze, remember it well, unable to look at myself, I knew I existed only if I could move you.

I took, of almost all my voyages, various songs of wind – souvenirs of voyages that I got in seas of tropic.

It was after twenty winters, remember it well, the radial circles they started to expand because of the wind pressures.

Meanwhile you, so anchored your roots, barely perceived I inverted my direction.

And what do they say about the one who sows winds? You already know that.

Until when you broke up, until then I realized it was me…

…the hurricane of a huge scale, grown in its arrogance, went a spiral round by itself.

And that hurricane placed at one thousand meters above ground, with the light of moons of gall, barely realized that it razed under the volcano.

Each effort to understand any reason the meaningless have left scientists enclosed their whys.

Phenomena of evil, disasters that come and go, and go, and go happening whithout reliable warning nor precautionary measurement.

Your ground, above aslepp, was filled in with your lava.

We closed airports, we deviated the planes of forgiveness.

There’s nothing left inside me but remains that destroy.

And my six-scale hurricane, grown in its arrogance, barely realized that it razed under the volcano, your volcano.

Not even devil could do it better.

And the hurricane of a huge scale, grown in its arrogance, went a great spiral round by itself.

That hurricane wanted to run away from itself, went to other cities convinced that was forbidden to return, was forbidden to return.

• Artist:Love of Lesbian
• Album:El poeta Halley