200 notas [English translation]

A bed, a window

And a mirror lying on the wall

Where your reflection still finds space

The memory now is like

A silent piano without its keys

That the more it sounds, the less I hear its notes here

And suddenly, in the silence, these memories

Give me back your images

And my cold hands, my hair

Long and black, on my shoulders

My lips, rather clumsy, whispering to you

'Don't look at me, but don't stop yourself'

Skin on skin and a smile

Why so much words?

I remember this emotion

While the ray of that Sun faded away

And, around us, two hundred notes

Each life with its luck

And its fate, always

Unveil us their secret in a second

And it's true that what you kept inside you

Is always that thing that

You'll never have by your side

So I try to forget every trace

Of a very distant memory

And my cold hands, my hair

Long and black, on my shoulders

My lips, rather clumsy, whispering to you

'Don't look at me, but don't stop yourself'

Skin on skin and a smile

Why so much words?

I remember this emotion

While the ray of that Sun faded away

And, around us, two hundred notes

Two hundred notes

And my cold hands, my hair

Long and black, on my shoulders

My lips, rather clumsy, whispering to you

'Don't look at me, but don't stop yourself'

Skin on skin and a smile

Why so much words?

I remember this emotion

While the ray of that Sun faded away

And, around us, two hundred notes

And that way, life and its path go

In balance between grief and torment

And you and I mend a heart that was broken

For we are blood that flows and that lives of loves

The past is past and nothing can be done

You either lose it or don't look for it

Sounds are floating now

And, around us, two hundred notes