Minutos [English translation]

the clock on the wall

says that it is 6:23

and the present is an athlete without feet

it is already 6:43

and the corpse of the passed minute

says to me "So you live here whether you like it or not"

and the nostalgia puts a house in my head

and gives six fifty

who told you that I

am the dream you once dreamed

who told you

turn around my future upside down

now it is 7:16

and the corpse of the minute passed

says to me your strategy ruined you

nothing remains but to learn to live alone

if you have guts left (translators note: the term guts refers to strength or nerve)

the house is not another house

that a grave yard of stories

enters in pits

that others call memories

(chorus)

Minutes,

that are salt in the wound

are passing my life

spending the clock

Minutes,

they are the morgue of time,

the corpses of moments

that don't ever return

there is no clock that can turn things back

what hurts spends

the instant in which you are not there

what is the cost to struggle

now it is 9:23

and the corpse of the passed minute,

makes fun of my desire to kiss

the photo that you left in the drawer (specifically dresser drawer)

My loneliness is your revenge

the minister of time

put your seat on my pillow

there you encounter moments

that mean nothing at all

(chorus)

Minutes,

that are salt in the wound

are passing my life

spending the clock

Minutes,

they are the morgue of time,

the corpses of moments

that don't ever return

there is no clock that can turn things back

minutes that mock me,

minutes with the fury of the sea,

minutes pass that don't go anywhere,

minutes with rain of salt,

minutes with fire on the skin,

minutes that are outsiders and that come and go without saying,

minutes that hurt me without you,

minutes that don't hit pension,

minutes that when dying will form the battalion of yesterday,

minutes that rob the light,

minutes that oxidize my faith,

minutes tenants of time as long as they last,

minutes that enjoy dying,

minutes that don't go anywhere,

minutes that crash into me...

are the kamikaces of God (kamikaces referring and comparing to the kamikaces warriors of Japan in WWII)

• Artist:Ricardo Arjona