Las Cosas Que Pasan [English translation]

Every lucky morning

Though this doesn't count now

I'll tell it like one more day I didn't live

Your buttressing absence multiplies death

It seized the whole sky from our garden

Awakened princess, you are darkened

I dreamed of writing you in a tercet I tore

Leave, I ask you not to cry,

Not to forget everything that made us like this

And I left like that

I prepared your things myself

The sad hours in their place

It might be the secret perfume of the roses

The things that happen hurt me

To have you and untie you from your worst parts

Doesn't mean you move away from your life as it is

Stop getting engrossed, losing yourself, and getting tied up

Because there's a moon for every night in Paris

And I left like that

And I lost like that

I prepared your things myself

The sad hours in their place

I'll miss your fussy mornings

The things that happen hurt me

I prepared my grave myself

I don't want to lose you nor much more

Miraculous nurses will help me

The things that happen hurt me

I prepared your things myself

The sad hours in their place

It might be the secret perfume of the roses

The things that happen hurt me

I prepared my grave myself

I don't want to lose you nor much more

Miraculous nurses will help me

The things that happen hurt me

The things that happen hurt me

The things that happen hurt me

The things that happen please me

• Artist:Tan Biónica