Tu Calorro [English translation]

I came by to the riverbank,

and saw that you were all alone.

I saw you had fallen asleep,

I saw poppies growing

atop your breast,

your breast made in Heaven.

I came straight to you,

and thus you entered my memories.

You dressed my eyes up,

while I undressed you.

All the doves that I catch

hop on one feet only.

And as you spread your wings,

I kept shutting my mouth.

You were a bare flower,

and I was the shack that gave you shelter.

Chorus:

Your parfume is the poison

polluting the air that your hair parts,

parting away even with my speech and senses,

because it's the drug that makes my head spin.

Then, I fall fast asleep,

on a bed as hard as a rock.

Dreaming that you haven't gone,

dreaming that you still touch me.

And the sun keeps blushing,

because the night sneaks on him.

The birds are coming by,

the trees are sleepy:

their leaves are growing tired

of fending off winter for so long.

And I'm still here by your side,

until the wind carries me away.

The sky is wearing mourning clothes,

with all those black clouds approaching.

Maybe because he's jealous

of me having you tonight.

How dark is everything growing,

throw some more logs in the fire.

The bonfire of the feeling

that burns when I'm by your side.

Your parfume is the poison

polluting the air that your hair parts,

parting away even with my speech and senses,

because it's the drug that makes my head spin.

Then, I fall fast asleep,

on a bed as hard as a rock.

Dreaming that you haven't gone,

dreaming that you still touch me (x3)

• Artist:Estopa