Los días raros [English translation]

Open it, open it slowly-

say what you see, tell me what you see , if there is something

A source short and brief between the hands

Play right, defined by a line

Tuning in, rearrange pieces

in my collection of medals and scratches

That's it-

Who has seen the one who dances like a lasso in the ventilator?

Who said that without coal there are no Magi?

Even vices remain to perfect on strange days

they reveal intimacies with the tip of the shoe

That's it-

Who has seen the one who dances like a lasso in the ventilator?

Who said, that without stain there is no contract?

The future dresses with the emperors new cloths

Who said without coal there are no Magi?

Many gifts are left for us to open

Coins to spin discover a profile

Beginning in cellophane...and ending in echo

• Artist:Vetusta Morla
• Album:Mapas