Cuántos cuentos cuento [English translation]

Years pass and weigh on me

they weigh on my soul and put it at your feet.

If, by kissing me, you gave life to it,

by leaving, you took my being with you.

I spent so much time trying to pretend

to be more of a fool, forgetting yesterday,

that the love of my life is a pact

he loves me and I treat him well.

But, sometimes, he catches me arranging twenty times

the books, the cups, the cards, the bedroom

and he suspects, with fear, that he's in this strophe

and doesn't know how many stories I tell to pretend.

The thing is, if I remember you, I spend my time singing

my life happens and the days give way

to the punished voice without right to vote since long ago

of my heart, tired from screaming.

If I blessed the day when you arrived,

today, I spend my mouth begging myself for forgiveness

for the times I spend trying to kiss you

while I kiss someone who is my love today.

And damn you ghosts,

you play with advantage, you really hurt

even if you get disguised later

and that's why I can't deal with you.

But sometimes, if no one is looking

I close my eyes and throw a kiss to the air

then I sigh and slowly imagine

that wherever you are, my love

my kiss lands on your lips and you think a bit about me.

The thing is, if I remember you, I spend my time singing

my life happens and the days give way

to the punished voice without right to vote since long ago

of my heart, tired from screaming.

The thing is, sometimes I can't stop them from flying away,

my thousand butterflies who dream about you every day.

My indulgence opens their cage and they kiss you crying

if they promise they'll be back right away to reality.

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:Guapa (2006)