Cartas de amor [cuando no hay amor] [English translation]

Today I write this letter to you

because you always complained

that I never sent you

love letters.

You said that I was cold,

that I was completely indifferent,

so you sought out a continent

where to give your warmth away.

Maybe your N.G.O.

could see

to resurrect

men who

are still alive.

The letters you don't send

are nothing but marked cards:

you get a hand

but never a heart.

My home is crying out

for a coat of paint

and some stitch

and a full stop.

And if you are in a country

in Central Africa,

look soon for a sorcerer

who teaches me to forget.

Love letters

when there's no love anymore.

Love letters,

but without an address.

My field hospital,

my good luck charm,

a firm barricade,

you were everything to me.

But there are things in life

that are much more real

than the eyes looking at them.

Tell me what I was to you.

Tell me what I was to you.

Tell me if you ever

loved me.

Love letters

when there's no love anymore.

Love letters,

but without an address.

• Artist:Mikel Erentxun
• Album:El corredor de la suerte