Diciembre [English translation]

If once I wrote your name next to mine on the wall

Today I return to leave flowers in the shade of a cypress

If your voice is no longer my master nor in the art of offending;

Who cares to remember who you once were

or with whom I fell in love?

If there's nothing left to say

If there's nothing left to keep quiet

How can it be that it hurts so much?

Fearless in the hell of remembering

If it's Sunday again when you wake

Stay with me here at my side.

When the train of a dead story passes time on the platform

The grass may grow and bury itself at our feet

Who cares who paid for dinner or if we left it unpaid

if the silence drew with the breadcrumbs on the tablecloth?

If there's nothing left to say

If there's nothing left to keep quiet

How can it be that it hurts so much?

Fearless in the hell of remembering

If it's Sunday again when you wake

Stay with me here at my side.

Who cares if we look at each other

if it's always December?

Who cares if you cross your fingers

if you no longer lie to me?

Who cares if it rains?

Who cares if we get wet

if under the umbrella

you don't take my arm?

Who cares who you once were

if nobody answers?

Who cares if I wait up all night

if when you return you hide away?

Who cares about the silence

always so sincere

always so attentive between you and me,

when it can't be helped?

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:El planeta imaginario (2016)