Tell me, won’t all future time
be a lot better?
Who manipulates hopes
to their own advantage?
And I forbid sleight of hand
Con la ilusión forastera
I offer no resistence
to the forces that surround us.
How many millions of years
shaped these throbbings in which
we find ourselves?

At what point
do the incredible and the precise
coincide?
Experience is evidence
and problems are my strength,
The everyday isn’t real, or at least,
I wish that were the case.

Spin, fortune!
Spin, fortune!
Spin, fortune, spin!

Against the unwelcome furies
that make monsters of us.

¿Qué nos puso frente a frente
Del tictac y de la suerte?
Cierra el cerco de lo imposible
Lo imprevisible y providencial
the future lasts too long and
El tiempo será una moda
nothing’s as it was before
or at least, I wish that were the case.

Spin, fortune!
Spin, fortune!
Spin, fortune, spin!

Empezar porque si
Y acabar no se cuando
El azul me da cielo
Y el iris los cambios
The stars are no further away
than the men I deal with
I repeat other voices
that I perceive as my own
and they shut themselves up in my body
with the murmur of a thick sea.

I’ve told you not to look back
because the sky’s not your own
and you’ve got to start slowly
A deshacer el mundo
El aliento of the earth
and its serene calm
and the evening shade.

It’s a trembling hand,
music opens up secrets to me,
that are now within me
Al final después de todo
we’re not so different
an oasis in the desert
where patientce remains.

Put me out of reach
of the universal yawn,
we’ll see each other in exile
or in a cell.
Put me out of …
in my personal history,
I’m a bird of prey,
look at my wings!

I woke up with my fists tightly clenched
and the insolent rage of my youth
naivety
absolves us of our mistakes,
Let everyone contribute what he knows,
they made you bread and ahí te consumimos
and revenge is such useless trash.

This is my place
and this is my thorn,
Iberia submerged
in its secret rumours,
you formulate questions with the seed of an answer
and I know which way is yours
from memory
Descreo de la razón de la mayoría
and sus abrazos propietarios
Sin salida, there’s no way out
now that you suffer from insomnia,
Quisieras morir de siesta
Estribillo

Madness never had a teacher
Para los que vamos a bogar
Sin rumbo perpetuo
in any other direction.
In order to tame the horses of
La exaltación la rutina haré sombra a las
Pupilas, que se cierran a los
Disfrutes que nos quedan

Avalanche, avalanche
Avalanche, avalanche

We need the valuable time
that you abandon without knowing
what the hell to do with it,
We’re the food and
someone’s decidedly hungry.
No hay retorno a la conciencia
Tras el desvarío of
tempestuous love.

Avalanche, avalanche,
Avalanche, avalanche.

We’ve still got things to do,
if you don’t take a step,
you stagnate,
we’ve still got things to say
and you’re not talking.

Madness never had a teacher
Para los que vamos a bogar sin rumbo perpetuo
La muerte será un adorno que
Pondré al regalo de mi vida,
the moon exerts strange influences
that se contradicen and no hay quien descifre

Avalanche, avalanche,
avalanche, avalanche,
avalanche.

Muchísimas gracias
Esto es todo amigos
Hasta siempre
Que os vaya bonito

Con los brazos de la fiebre
Que aún abarcan mi frente
Lo he pensado mejor, and I’ll unleash
the snakes of vanity.

Paradise es escuchar,
fear’s a thief
I don’t begrudge,
and pain is a rehearsal for death.

In the skin of a drop,
my wings got broken
Y entre otras cosas ya no escriben con tinta de luz

Heaven becomes hell
and then we complain
without anyone moving.
Who’ll fix that?

Heaven becomes hell
and then we complain
Y sin que nadie se mueva
Who’ll fix that?

Gestado en mis escombros
De pastoso paladar
the madness of chaos defeated me
with words of praise.

En la piel de una gota
my wings were broken,
Y entre otras cosas ya no escriben con tinta de luz

Heaven becomes hell
and then we complain
and nobody shifts.
Who’ll fix that?

Heaven becomes hell
and then we complain
and nobody shifts.
Who’ll fix that?

You don’t have to impress me
or follow the current.
I’ll get off here, on the shores of the present.

Where the man se asfixia
he writes a will in black chilli,
El suplicio es estar contigo, you’re the alchemy of my poison

Defeat’s not an option
and there are no excuses.
"Forever" seems like a long time.

Forever,
nothing lasts forever.
forever,
nothing lasts forever.

The influence of anger
and the impulses of the tongue,
I haven’t got a lifetime, there are still boxes with surprises.

Defeat’s not an option
and there are no excuses,
"forever" seems like a long time.

I’ll come with my
and my heart defeated.

Forever,
nothing lasts forever.
Forever,
nothing lasts forever.

Forever,
nothing lasts forever,
Forever,
nothing lasts forever.
No!

The words were wasps
and the streets like dunes
when I … te espero llegar

En un ataúd guardo tu tacto and a crown,
with your tangled hair,
wanting to find an infinite rainbow.

My hands are still of bone,
and your stomach tastes like bread,
your body’s the cathedral.

You were summer and a thousand storms, I [was] the lion
who smiles at the walls
that I’ve painted again in the same colour.

I can’t distinguish kisses from roots,
I can’t distinguish what’s complex from what’s simple,
and now you’re on my list of promises to forget,
it all burns if you give it the right spark.

El fuego que era a veces propio
the ash siempre ajena
Blanca esperma resbalando por the dorsal spine.

Now we’re older and more honest, y qué más da
Si miramos la laguna, como llaman a la eternidad
De la ausencia

I can’t distinguish between kisses and roots,
I can’t distinguish what’s complicated from what’s simple,
And now you’re on my list of promises to forget,
Todo arde si le aplicas la chispa adecuada

The right spark
The right spark
The right spark

The smallest things are a mystery
and sacred things, so simple,
El llanto of the prickly pears junto al húsar de la muerte
when the coyote called at your door,
it howled unwelcome notes,
Las sombras arrebatadas para al sueño de los justos

The sun se puede encerrar
under a bell.
You can’t put off
the appointed hour.

One of those days might be
your last battle
O que las larvas nos hagamos adultas
and we can’t get through the lock,
El corazón pasando un túnel oscuro como un naufragio
Morir todavía y no después, buscando sin remedio

The sun can’t be enclosed
under a bell.
You can’t put off
the appointed hour.

The labyrinth of sleep,
where the demons of memory get lost.

The sun can’t be enclosed
under a bell,
we can’t put off
the appointed hour.

The labyrinth of sleep,
where the demons of memory get lost.
The labyrinth of sleep,
where the demons of memory get lost,
of memory,
of memory.

Opium’s the flower of idleness,
Hasta que llego a ser solo
existence,
the milky smoke bellows slowly,
spreading the flavour of the
universe
He who does nothing, fears nothing, and through earthly things, you shall know the things of heaven,
a dark right to delight,
is it a dream or is it a lie?

The most trivial things
become essential,
Eliminando los moldes of chance
Como se agita the wind sin
Alimento
Escucha mi canto abierto de par
En par
Estrofa 1
Replegado en la madriguera
Como un animal acosado
Bajo el efecto de la adormidera
and the weight of my eyelashes.

Waltz,
shards of air,
an indescipherable mystery
in the garden of my earthly delights,
I belong to the breeze,
I inhale the fog
that floats upon the Ganges,
the oil of incense
will bring us consolation.

En frío, a flor de labio
Boca de cosecha
Senos de clavel, curvas mieles
Rincones de voces and saliva knives,
I swam naked in your waves (I swam naked in your waves)

Now the ship’s sinking
and only you can save me
and you have doubts about my doubts,
my rituals and my ruins,
between forever and never,
I swam naked in your waves.

Foam of Venus,
rarest of fruit,
that the dowser tried to milk
while searching for water.

Fiction is and will always be
my only reality,
Fiction is and will always be
my only reality.

Artist of sin
Aprendí de memoria
the geography of your
sugar and steel core.
Foam of Venus,
I swam naked in your waves.

Perfume inmaterial,
refuge and beginning,
the vertical howl,
as an answer to your to your marvels.

Fiction is and will always be
my only reality.
Fiction is and will always be
my only reality.

With my unworn disguise,
I dived into the moment.
Fiction is and will always be
my only reality.