Diciembre [English translation]

If one time I wrote your name next to mine on the wall

Today I return to leave flowers at the shade of a cypress

If your voice isn't my teacher anymore nor in the art of offending

What does it matter to remember who you were or of whom I feel in love with?

If there is nothing left to talk about

If there is nothing left than to be quiet

How can it be that it hurts so much?

Without fear in the hell of remembering

If it returns to be Sunday morning

Stay with me by my side

When the train of a dead story passes time on the platform

It could be that the grass grows and buries our feet

What does it matter who paid the dinner or if we leave it to be owed if the silence was drawn with the migas on the tablecloth.

If there is nothing left to talk about

If there is nothing left than to be quiet

How can it be that it hurts so much?

Without fear in the hell of remembering

If it returns to be Sunday morning

Stay with me by my side

What does it matter to look at each other if it is always December?

What does it matter to cross my fingers if you no longer lie to me?

What does it matter if it rains?

What does it matter if we get wet

if underneath the umbrella

you do not take my arm?

What does it matter who you were

if no one responds?

What does it matter to wait awake for you

if when you return you hide?

What does it matter the silence

Always so sincere

Always there between you and I,

when there is no remedy?

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:El planeta imaginario (2016)