Hierbas de Asia [English translation]

To know things that no one knows;

to miss with you, dizzy.

the wind brought you and I loved you like a child.

It's no big deal, but it's something to write.

Herbs from Asia, of thousand smells;

mixed in them, I still wait for you.

like a chess king, clumsy and absurd,

another sunday grey evening dies.

all I do is loving you.

I lost the time drowning in the evil prose;

unlikely and benign return the myths of yesterday.

I lost the time I spent away from you.

While the rain falls, to the light of a candle,

I read your old letters, my old songs.

Sun of soft winters, lost forever;

laughters that perished with the iced wind.

Returns the dark animal inside of me

to graze in the radiant blue of yesterday;

returns the song that made us fall in love

and the moroccan night of your kisses.

Let me smell in your skin, all that I lost.

I lost the time drowning in the evil prose;

unlikely and benign return the myths of yesterday.

I lost the time I spent away from you.

To know things that no one knows;

to miss with you, dizzy.

evil prose of life, dirty efficacy,

may the dreams erase you wild and free.

• Artist:El Último de la Fila
• Album:Astronomía razonable