V.O.S. [English translation]

Just like a gas overruns a labyrinth,

Longing grasped my heart,

And although I’ve got a pair of eyes, of ears,

Without you sound and color don’t make sense.

I can’t take off the habit of waiting for you at home,

Pressing my face against the window

And when I steam the window with a sight

I draw a tic-tac-toe, which I tie once again

If our paths should cross again

Don’t reply nor pay attention to the subtitles

you can see below my smile

I’ll tell you I’m getting by

I’ll deny I’m crying

I’ll pretend that time healed everything

I can’t do a thing without remembering

That’s the price of learning how to stop crying

Even if sometimes it seems it’s not worth it.

I refuse to turn around

And become under-aged.

If our paths should cross again

Don’t reply nor pay attention to the subtitles

you can see below my smile

I’ll tell you I’m getting by

I’ll deny I’m crying

I’ll pretend that time healed everything

But, in fact, I never forget you.

You were my only way and your smile a good reason

To be a better person

And if they tell you that they saw me

As the princess of some story

There is no need to say

That stories are just stories.

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:Guapa (2006)