A la primera persona [English translation]

To the first person that helps me to understand

I will give my time, I will give my faith

I don't ask that things always turn out well for me

but it's just that I am sick of losing you without wanting to

To the first person that helps me to leave

this hell in which I myself decided to live

I will give whichever afternoon for us both

What I'm saying is that right now I don't even have a place to be

The gold for whoever wants it but we do talk about yesterday

I have drunk so much but I am still thirsty

at least you knew, at least I didn't tell you

that things weren't as they seemed

But it's just that the first person that helps me to feel once again

I will give my life, I will give my faith

even though you aren't the person that I dreamed why

(what am I to do? nothing).

What am I to do with dreams?

What am I to do with those kisses?

What can I do with all that which we dreamed?

Tell me where do we put it.

Where do I keep the look that you gave me one time?

Where do I keep the promises, where do I keep yesterday?

Where do I keep, girl, your way of touching me?

Where do I keep my faith?

Although the people say it I don't want to hear it

There is no greater fear than that which one feels when one feels nothing

Girl, you see it so simply, oh my love!

But it's just that the simpler you see it, the more difficult it is for me.

To the first person that helps me to walk

I will give my time, I will give even the sea

I don't say that it's easy, but, girl

Right now I don't even have a place to be.

To the first person that doesn't want to judge me

I will give caresses that I had kept back

I don't ask that things always work out for me

But it's just that I'm sick of losing you.

And to the first person that takes me to the truth

I will give my time, I don't want to wait any longer

I don't understand you when you say to me, what bad luck!

And you say life has strong things like that.

I can tell you what a flame is like from the inside

I can tell you how much its fire weighs

and it's because loving in loneliness is like a bottomless pit

where God doesn't exist, where truths don't exist.

It's all so relative, like how we are here

we don't know, but, my love, give me blood to live

at least you knew, at least I didn't tell you

that things weren't as they seemed.

And to the first person that doesn't want to judge me

I will give caresses that I had kept back

girl, you see it so simply, oh my love!

but it's just that the simpler you see it, the more difficult it is for me.

To the first person that doesn't want to judge me

I will give caresses that I had kept back

I don't say that it's easy, but, girl

right now I don't even have a place to be

not even a place to be.