Kilòmetre 3 [English translation]

You already know I'm waiting at the exit,

I've always done it, it's getting dark.

I'm sitting on the aluminium handrail,

wishing the subway comes so you're near me.

I know you come angry today,

I'm sometimes an idiot, you get off the car.

Then you appear on the stairs, and kiss me on the cheek,

and the world is better.

You make me tremble, your hand is cold, you prevent me for ever crying with sorrow,

you make the desire of being with you to never disappear, take my back.

It was hard, you know: loving has to be learned.

But skin to skin, I love you so much my guts blow up.

There's nothing nicer than waking up next to you,

nothing worse than the wonderings when we leave while mad.

They're three miserable clouds on a sunny day,

I already told you, I think I'm in love...

With your glowing eyes, clear sight.

With your walking at home, with the lips of your body.

With knowing that if you're far away, I dream

about you asking me what am I thinking about

and me answering you with a kiss.

It's already pitch dark in Barcelona,

you'll leave in a little while,

and that'll make us stronger.

If the wind takes us to where we were,

I'll come to pick you up in Sagrera,1

that's life.

You make me tremble, your hand is cold, you prevent me for ever crying with sorrow,

you make the desire of being with you to never disappear, take my back.

It was hard, you know: loving has to be learned.

But skin to skin, I love you so much my guts blow up.

There's nothing nicer than waking up next to you,

nothing worse than the wonderings when we leave while mad.

They're three miserable clouds on a sunny day,

I already told you, I think I'm in love...

1. Sagrera is a district in Barcelona