Media Veronica [English translation]

Half-Veronica wakes up

The moon bothers her through the open window

A letter arrives from the front line

The pitcher breaks

And the fountain dried up

She'll decide what to do when she wakes

From it all and to erase with her hand

What yesterday she wrote with her elbow

It remains to be seen

If the chronic Veronica reacts

Half-Veronica

Has very little malice

But she's tired of waiting

Half-Veronica is broken

She's lived few years

But they've damaged her

She broke a spear with laughter

But she's in no hurry

And she seldom laughs

She won't know what to do

When the wind no longer blows

She doesn't know how to tell love apart

From any other feeling

She wants to live

A different life each day

Half-Veronica

Is in the prime of life

But she's tired of waiting

In the window, a note:

"The bird does not fly,

Its wings are broken"

Half-Veronica laments

That time consumes itself

And the rest doesn't count

"Life is a prison with open doors,"

Veronica wrote on the wall with a queasy stomach

Nothing to see

There will be no flowers on the tomb of the past

Half-Veronica always speaks the truth

But she's tired of waiting

• Artist:Andrés Calamaro
• Album:Alta Suciedad