Dulce locura [English translation]

I'm selling the inventory of memories from the most beautiful story I heard in my life.

I'm selling the script of the saddest and most beautiful film I saw in my life.

I'm selling the chords, the brilliant melody and the lyrics I will never compose.

I'm even selling the poster announcing the premiere of the moment I will never live.

I understand you left and I'm serving my sentence but don't ask me to want to live.

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness - I become small and trivial.

The night dreams of you and laughs. I try to hug you and you vanish.

I'm selling a worn-out camera that recorded the look I will never record.

I'm selling two no-longer-valid entries in the second row that I will never break.

I'm selling two seats reserved centuries ago and I've just realised I never sat in my life.

I'm even selling the poster announcing the premiere of the moment I will never live.

I understand you left and I'm serving my sentence but don't ask me to want to live.

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness - I become small and trivial.

The night dreams of you and laughs. I try to hug you.

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness, I'm crying like a day of rain.

My soul takes off and it looks for you on a journey from which it never comes back.

I'll go up every night to look for your moon on my roof,

the memory of an embrace that still makes me shiver.

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness - I become small and trivial.

The night dreams of you and laughs. I try to hug you.

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness, I'm crying like a day of rain.

My soul takes off and it looks for you on a journey from which it will never... come back.

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:Guapa (2006)