The positive mistake announced
that the virus that sails in love
Avanza, loosening its sails, crushing defences through your veins.
You denied me any passion
without giving any kind of reason,
because you knew that I wouldn’t pay any heed to precaution.

Weighing up in the balance of love
[the] science and your conscience,
Your punishment was a painful knot,
a stupid sentence.

You’re what I love the most
and without you, life’s a zero.

Other people’s ignorance,
dressed up in puritanism and sanctimony, spoke of divine punishment and your shame at what they’d say
pushed you so far that you were finally left
hanging from a rope in the attic, suffocating your feelings and many more moments of love.

Pesando en la balanza del amor
La ciencia y la conciencia
Fue tu condena un nudo de dolor
Estúpida sentencia

Y es que tú eres lo que más quiero
Y sin ti la vida es un cero

Pesando en la balanza del amor
La ciencia y la conciencia
Fue tu condena un nudo de dolor

Pesando en la balanza del amor
La ciencia y la conciencia
Fue tu condena un nudo de dolor
Estúpida sentencia

You’re what I love the most
and without you, life’s a zero.

One day, that day will come,
It won’t be soon or far-off.
When the wax has gone,
your finger gets burned.
What goes up will have to come down
and while you shouldn’t look down at your feet
during the climb,
I don’t know if this rope team has thought about the descent.
The day the tide turns,
you’ll see that few people are left on deck.

One, two, three
and stop counting Que al escondite inglés Se han puesto los demás.
El uno, el dos, el tres
Y para de cantar
Because no one cares to listen.

Although we look more impressive in photos,
we’re just three little moths, who’ve hit the glass so many times
that they’ve made it into the bulb.

Until the light of this oil lamp
is no longer what it was
and only turns on so it can be seen from outside
like the light of the fridge.

Si de ese cuajo la tortilla da la vuelta Veréis que pocos nos quedamos en cubierta.
One, two, three
Y para de contar
Que al escondite inglés
Se han puesto los demás.
El uno, el dos, el tres
Y para de cantar
Because no one cares to listen.
Y quizá volvamos al local
to sing for ouselves
Lo de "Hoy no me puedo levantar"
Y dejar que esa chorrada
Nos empañe la mirada.
Tears de agua pasada
stripping the paint off the façade.

Alone in the middle of the dancefloor,
I recognised Carmela in action.
”Your face looks familiar”,
I said, approaching purposefully.
”Over here, then, celeb-spotter”
And dripping with sweat, she span around
and sprinkled me with spray.

Dancing salsa, dancing salsa,
dancing salsa at the Stella
to the tasty rhythm
of Carmela’s hips.

She filled a low-cut
dress and a miniskirt.
I was dressed like Lauren Postigo,
with a crimson-coloured shirt
tied around my navel,
’cause what used to be
considered trashy
now causes a sensation.

Dancing salsa dancing salsa
dancing salsa at the Stella
to the tasty rhythm
of Carmela’s hips.

She told me she was off to the bathroom.
I agreed to sit and wait for her.
She’s not coming back. How odd!
The waiter brought me a message
”She’s gone off with Pedro Almodóvar.”
Fat lizard! Let’s see if he si te saca
Anunciando alguna escoba.

If the girl’s está de vicio,
accompany her to the restroom.
Dancing salsa with Carmela,
Don’t be [so] easy-going,
accompany her to the restroom.
If you’re going to the Stella, some night
Cuando veas que hay bullicio
accompany her to the restroom
-Al loro con la clientela
For your own sake,
accompany her to the restroom.
The vulture doesn’t run, it flies.
When she does something strange to you,
accompany her to the bathroom.
You’ll spend the whole night …,
Dancing everything… tarantella,
When you see loitering,
Acompáñala to the toilet.
-Las tías te sacan te sacan
Te sacan las pelas
Si le chirría el cojinete
Acompáñala al retrete
-Y así acaba esta cantinela

Dancing salsa.

It’s hard to believe that, so long
after cutting our ties,
we go on keeping up the illusion on our anniversary.

The same little table that saw us clasp
our hands beneath it…
make sure the usual corner stays reserved.

And even though the story’s over,
there’s something still alive in this love.
However hard we try to blow them out,
there are flames that not even the sea can extinguish.

Little by little, the flowers of May
will give way to crows’ feet
and we’ll look into each other’s eyes in case there’s still something there.

7th September
is our anniversary
and we don’t know whether to kiss each other on the cheeks or on the lips.

And even though the story’s over,
there’s something still alive in this love.
However hard we try to blow them out,
there are flames not even the sea can extinguish.

7th September
is our anniversary is our anniversary

The sun’s not yet up
and Ana and Miguel
are already lighting a fire.

She on him,
Man and wife
unfurl the bed.

And the sea, who’s crazy about Ana,
prefers not to look,
Jealousy doesn’t forgive
water, seaweed or salt.

At dawn
Miguel’s already
on his boat.

“Give me a kiss, my love”,
And she calmly waits
by the beach.

And the sea murmurs in his own language:
“Damned fisherman!
Say goodbye to her,
I don’t want to share her heart.”

And she cries, and she cries, and she cries for him,
and she waits, and she waits, and she waits on foot
on the shore for Miguel to return.

In the village, they say
that that white rock is Ana.
Covered in salt and coral,
she [still] waits on the beach.

Wait no longer, girl of stone,
Miguel’s not coming back:
the sea holds him prisoner,
unwilling to cederle a una mujer

And she weeps, and weeps, and weeps for him,
And she waits, and waits, and waits on foot
on the shore for Miguel to return.

There are even people who claim
that, whenever there’s a storm,
the waves are stirred up
by Miguel in his death struggle with the sea.

Y llorar, y llorar, y llorar por él
Y esperar, y esperar, y esperar de pie
En la orilla a que vuelva Miguel

Y llorar, y llorar y llorar por él
Y llorar, y llorar, y llorar por él
Y llorar, y llorar, y llorar sobre el mar

It’s all because of a woman
that I’m going crazy.
I can’t live without her,
but can’t live with her either.

And if this love sickness
drives me to my grave,
don’t send me flowers,
because as this rumba says:

Estribillo:

I tried to cut the tendrest
rose from the rosebush,
thinking that nothing of love’s
could prick me,
and as it pricked me,
it taught me something:
that a rose is a rose is a rose...

And when I opened my land
and let it fall,
Rompieron a sangrar Las llagas en mi piel
Y con sus petalos
Me la curo mimosa
Que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa...

But the more it heals me,
the more …
because amar (to love) is the start
of the word amargura (bitterness).

A lie and a credo
for each thorn on the stalk.
when it’s pressed into your fingers,
a rose becomes a rosary.

Estribillo

When I opened my hand
and let it fall,
Rompieron a sangrar
Las llagas in my skin
And with its petals
Me la curo mimosa
Que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa...

I curse the day I stepped out onto the frontier
as you were riding straight towards my heart.
You made yourself the mistress of my heartbeat and my thoughts,
and you hooked me up to your love pump.

And in the absence of pain (and in the absence of pain)
and foresaking reason (and foresaking reason),
you drowned all my anxiety (you drowned all my anxiety)
in an enormous reservoir (in an enormous reservoir)
for sale in the alleyways
and in the gloomy corners of my city.

As with any love affair, the first month was the good one
and soon, the pleasure disappeared.
Your very name inflamed my desire,
which you fed through a new hole.

But after that tremor (but after that tremor),
Bathed in the water of sweat (bathed in the water of sweat),
Mil veces intenté aguantar (mil veces intenté aguantar)
Un mes más te tuve que buscar (mil veces más te tuve que buscar)
I found you in the alleys
in the sombre corners

I found you in the alleys
in the sombre corners
of my city

He was born in the forbidden country,
Lost in the lap of a mountain,
They say he’s the reincarnation of a god.

In the mystery of the great monastery,
the lamas are preparing for their voyage.
They’re going to look for the future great lord.

Following the designios of a special oracle,
they swept over the mountains and found a boy.
Prodigious in his memory, he was able to recall
which rosary, bell and even which emissary were his.

Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai
Ah-ay Dalai Lama; ay, Dalai Dalai (oh, oh, oh)
Ay, Dalai

Soon the sky, like a hornets’ nest
De amarillos que volaban hacia el suelo
and the fear that precedes the invasion.

Two red stars fell like leaves
upon the Lhasa Valley,
to save the people from their religion.

In the name of progress and the Revolution,
they burned [their] traditions and trampled on [their] honour.
The king of the mountains had to escape,
Dressed as a beggar and his soul wrapped up in his navel.

Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai
Ah-ay Dalai Lama; ay, Dalai Dalai (oh, oh, oh)
Ay, Dalai

Without petrol, you found no friends at sea.
The nations let your little boat hit the rocks.
Nobel In War, Nobel In Peace.

Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai
Ah-ay Dalai Lama; ay, Dalai Dalai (oh, oh, oh)
Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai
Ah-ay Dalai Lama; ay, Dalai Dalai (oh, oh, oh)
Ay Dalai

Black, short and big-headed,
I could only ever be a black pawn,
the crappiest piece in chess.

Then, through courage and determination
and a strict observance of the rules,
I rose to the rank of king’s pawn.

But when you’re a pawn,
the only way out is revolution.

And I’m the bridegroom of death for the guy opposite me,
like a good legionary.
The only good white is a dead white, the one-eyed one
saves up and builds a moat.
But, if I’m the first to fall, I don’t want you to cry,
because, in the box for the pieces, I’m the queen’s piece of cock,
’cause when you’re lying off the board, there are no classes or apartheid.

The problem is that my lord,
who’s shifting his ass to the right,
is trying to castle with the bishop.

And the queen, who’s liberal,
No lo ve del todo mal
if they let her retire to Estoril.

I’m going too,
before the king marches me off to Detroit.

I’m the bridegroom of death for the guy infront of me
like a good legionary,
The only good white is a dead white, the one-eyed one
saves up and builds a moat.
But, if I’m the first to fall, I don’t want you to cry, I don’t,
Because, in the box for the pieces, I’m the queen’s piece of cock,
’cause when you’re lying off the board, there are no classes or apartheid.

Mmh, mh
Ha, ha, ha, ha-ah, ha-ah-ah

When you’re a pawn, when you’re a pawn,
When you’re a pawn,
The only way out is revolution, eh

I’m the bridegroom of death for the guy infront of me
like a good legionary,
The only good white is a dead white, the one-eyed one
saves up and builds a moat.
But, if I’m the first to fall, I don’t want you to cry, I don’t,
Because, in the box for the pieces, I’m the queen’s piece of cock,
Que, tumba'os fuera del tablero, there are no classes or apartheid.

You were walking by, I don’t really know
what shook inside of me
and without thinking, I went after you.
The moonlight on your mane helped me
to follow your steps along the pavement
but when I turned the corner del bazar
I don’t know how I lost you.
In total confusion, I heard
inside my heart,
like a voice, emitting the signal,
Iba diciendo and me va diciendo
you, you and me, you and me, you and me.

Like radar at sea
and the boat a puerto quiere anclar
that voice grew stronger
or weaker, si iba mal iba a little better.
In thousands of manoeuvres, I got in
because I followed after you,
but in the end, I found the place and in the middle of the light
you were waiting
you, you and me, you and me, you and me.

Hanging from the beams and fastened
by your feet and by your hands,
I asked myself, “Who could have done that?”
I climbed up the wood and brushed aside
the mane from your face and kissed you,
Three broken words escaped your lips,
You, you and me, you and me, you and me,
you, you and me, you and me, you and me,
you, you and me, you and me, you and me.

Sentía mucho por ti
Y ahora, que siento igual de mucho
No lo sé dividir
I felt that I wasn’t losing anything
in diving between your legs,
without measuring my armstrokes.

Se siente,
Ahora juego de suplente
Que el que siente no presiente
and of all the things I felt,
I didn’t feel that I was losing you.

I felt
That I was feeling por tu carril.
Sentía la incauta miopía
De no ver tu perfil

Te dabas para no dar la cara
You were giving me rope
to hang myself with.

Se siente
Ahora juego de suplente
Que el que siente no presiente
Y de tanto que sentía
No sentí que te perdía
Yo sentía
Que sentía

Se siente
your dissenting smile
flirting with mine,
A mandíbula batiente
I’m a tooth
Without a gum,
Don’t ask me to smile,
Because I’m sad,
My life.