Con hojas de menta [English translation]

Sitting at the river on an old tree trunk

I saw that a little bird wanted to sing

but its voice was hoarse.

It cried out of sadness, it cried out of sadness

and in my hands I gave it

water from the river to drink with mint leaves.

A rose was crying for a carnation

and so that it didn't have to suffer I went and cut it.

And soon after I went back to that place

and the carnation had died out of loneliness.

If I could move the clock hands of time

I would be by your side at this moment

Oh! Who could...

Oh! Who could...

Close their eyes and that time would pass by

when I opened my eyes.

Becaue I got stuck

to the black of your eyes

you wanted me to dance to your air and at your whim

Why do you want to stop me?

If neither the earth

nor the skies or the sea stop.

• Artist:Lole y Manuel