La primera versión [English translation]

The first version of your eyes looking

I lost it for fear to follow you looking,

The first version of your hand and my hand

I gave it to a sculptor to make you a present

And it remained there.

And like that I dreamed my first time,

It went away after you.

Your hand and my hand, your eyes, my lips,

Your way of looking, and nothing will be the same,

Your skin, my fear and between your kisses,

Your way of listening, and nothing will be the same.

The first version of your whispering voice

My a bit desperate heart was relieved,

The first version of other kissing lips

I wrote it because of love to see you next to me.

And like that I dreamed my first time,

It went away after you.

Your hand and my hand, your eyes, my lips,

Your way of looking, and nothing will be the same,

Your skin, my fear and between your kisses,

Your way of listening, and nothing will be the same.

The innocence left us,

The first version of inconscience,

The surprise got lost,

The version of a love without essence,

The sadness began,

The first version of the absence,

The laziness woke up,

The version of a love going farther.

Your hand and my hand, your eyes, my lips,

Your way of looking, and nothing will be the same,

Your skin, my fear and between your kisses,

Your way of listening, and nothing will be the same.

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:A las cinco en el Astoria (2008)