Cuerda al corazón [English translation]

I never wanted to think it was all lost,

my silence, neon lights went to your forgetfulness,

I'm just like a fortune-teller, even knowing my fate I live for that sigh.

Everything passes, this too will pass,

like the storm that clears and calms down through habit.

You are like the swell, how ever much I avoid you, you always come back, always late.

You'll call me again when the dream of your hotel is a thread,

when you can't silence all the noise we made.

Sometimes I feel the pain of a past that wants me to scream at it,

in fact I'm a thing of histories, but of histories that don't repeat themselves.

You gave him passage, you wound up his heart,

and even so you didn't manage to fix so much mess.

Random chance wasn't to blame, seeing half of my questions without answering.

I admit that the truth alarmed me,

I wasn't a cheat, nor that sort of sneaky crazy boyfriend,

but I fought to keep every scap of the hand that I let myself bite

and which you bit more thn once.

You'll call me again when the dream of your hotel is a thread,

when you can't silence all the noise we made.

Sometimes I feel the pain of a past that wants me to scream at it,

in fact I'm a thing of histories, but of histories that don't repeat themselves.

You have lost a friend,

you've lost the plans which I dreampt up with you

and you're taking your time to admit it.

You'll drown in time,

the chains that ring, you bear them inside you.

You will call me again...