Barco a la deriva (en inglés)

If it’s as you say, what are you doing here
Poisoning this month of April
With that wiry body which
Isn’t a shadow of what it was

If you’ve left it, what are you doing here
Like a broken rose in the trash
Why are you looking at me like that, who are you trying to fool
Your eyes are full of agony

I’ll give you shelter, I’ll give you warmth
For you, my injured little bird
I’ll paint the melancholy pink
Please, don’t say that you’re fine

A drifting boat that sinks a little every day
A drifting boat that doesn’t want to see the lighthouse it chose

If in mid lava flow under the volcano
The most beautiful flowers keep blooming
Why don’t you want to cut the threads of the spiral
That put glass in your veins No, I’m not going to abandon you
You’ll get out of here, my injured fawn
I couldn’t sleep while you’re sunk
Please, don’t say that you’re fine

A drifting boat that sinks a little every day
A drifting boat that doesn’t want to see the lighthouse it chose

A drifting boat that sinks a little every day
A drifting boat that doesn’t want to see the lighthouse, no

A drifting boat that sinks a little every day
A drifting boat that doesn’t want to see the lighthouse, no, no, no, no