Hojas secas [English translation]

Poor heart, always rehearses its pain even when it doesn't have any,

It isn't accompanied by faith, it rejects crying out what could have been someday.

And it doesn't find itself again with its inner self

The one who one day built a thousand cities

Reply and face yourself, don't tell me you don't see.

Don't hide more cries, tell me.

Tell me, poor heart

Why can't you find the outward exit?

There are no barriers that can stop you

Why don't you let a new sunset be seen?

You steal my breath and my loneliness is naked for believing

And I am naked for loving

I write to you with each tear, with each corner of my quiet skin

With each kiss that escaped from you, you fed my blind passion

What have I done for believing you loved me?

Tell me if it's true that I lost my soul

For dry leaves that you have kept inside your heart

Why hide any longer? The truth always shows up.

Poor heart, planting stories that don't understand reason

Manipulating with your clever darkness

You don't realize that won't work for you.

You steal my breath and my loneliness is still naked for believing

And I am naked for loving

I write to you with each tear, with each corner of my quiet skin

With each kiss that escaped from you, you fed my blind passion

What have I done for believing you loved me?

Tell me if it's true that I lost my soul

For dry leaves that you have kept inside your heart

Why hide any longer? The truth always shows up.

I have always waited for this momento, there are no more arguments or whys

It's a matter of bad blood that boils and goes back to your feet

It's time to start again.

I write to you with each tear, with each corner of my quiet skin

With each kiss that escaped from you, you fed my blind passion

What have I done for believing you loved me?

Tell me if it's true that I lost my soul

For dry leaves that you have kept inside your heart

Why hide any longer? The truth always shows up.

• Artist:Malú
• Album:Vive