Lágrimas de escarcha [English translation]

Can you hear the night

As it talks about love?

It's like the Morse code

Of the blue moonlight;

It's the language of stars and light...

The language of lovers!

Can you head the dawn?

Can you heart its voice?

It tells about things

That you used to say

When you spoke to me from your heart:

That was before!

Now, we're sharpening

Our loneliness.

Now, we're silent

Out of fear to speak out.

Every word

Denies the truth:

Courteous silence...

[Chorus:]

From my soul, shall rise

Tears of frost

That are burning me!

The loneliness is so great

That, my dry eyes

Won't deceive you...

You won't deceive yourself!

And, even if the earth

Turned backwards;

And, even if the rain

Drowned in thirst

Or the calendar lost some month,

I would still love you.

If thunder and the sea

Lost their voices,

Or the beaches

Turned to lime,

I would be able to endure this pain much better...

This agony!

[Chorus:]

From my soul, shall rise

Tears of frost

That are burning me!

The loneliness is so great

That, my dry eyes

Won't deceive you...

[Instrumental]

[Chorus:]

From my soul, shall rise

Tears of frost

That are burning me!

The loneliness is so great

That, my dry eyes

Won't deceive you...

Do not make me cry...!

Do not make me cry...!

• Artist:Mónica Naranjo
• Album:Chicas malas (2002)