Peces de ciudad [English translation]

His name was Alain Delon

the traveler that wanted to teach me how to kiss

at Austerlitz Station

Spring season of a love

yellow and ephemeral like the sun

of a little summer at San Martín.

There's people who say it was me

the one who forgot first

when, during a B flat of Jacques Brel [1]

I got lost "in Amsterdam Harbor"

In the smug New York City

It provides more shade than the lemon trees do

the Statue of the Liberty

However, in Desolation Row

the oil tankers' sirens

don't allow me to laugh or to fly

And in Babel's chorus

a Spaniard sings out of tune

there's no law but the treasure law

at King Solomon's mines

Defying the waves

without helm or helmsman

through my dreams and without much luggage

it navigates on a nutshell

My heart is on a trip

showing the tattoos

of a buccaneer past

of a sailing boat ready to be boarded

of a 'I don't want to love you'

How to run away

when there are no more islands to shipwreck

to the wise men country

they get away from the offense

of seeking for lips

that lead to madness

Lies that win countless trials

that spoil the crystal of the aquarium

of the city fish

that lost their gills [2]

among a school of common fish

that swim not to cry

El Dorado was a shampoo

virtue, crossed arms

sin was a web page

While in Macondo I realized

that to the place where you have been happy

you shouldn't try to return

While in a regular flight

I sailed across the sky of Madrid

two down-to-earth feet were waiting for me

they didn't remember me

Defying the waves

without helm or helmsman

through my dreams and without much luggage

it navigates on a nutshell

My heart is on a trip

showing the tattoos

of a buccaneer past

of a sailing boat ready to be boarded

of a 'I don't want to love you'

How to run away

when there are no more islands to shipwreck

to the wise men country

they get away from the offense

of seeking for lips

that lead to madness

Lies that win countless trials

that spoil the crystal of the aquarium

of the city fish

that lost their gills

among a school of common fish

in a beach without sea.

• Artist:Ana Belén