El reino del tiempo [English translation]

Sometimes you open the door and beside the saturday enters

an april breeze that shakes the years,

and finds me from behind staring my own hands,

and grazes the tablecloth flower with its freezing lips.

It seems that everything is the same but something has changed,

something stays in the air and has interpret us,

maybe are the little words from a closed book

or is just the sea breath like a withe petal.

The old women from where I was born, when this wind came in,

said that the dead were thinking of us.

They made the sign of the cross three times in the air and remained silent.

Now we can think that is maybe true.

But, remember, the wind is from the realm of time,

one of the seven keys of all the eternal,

it knows how much I love you and leaves us secretly.

An angel awake in your eyes arranges the flowerpot.

• Artist:Manuel García
• Album:Pánico