El amor [English translation]

Love is a ray of indirect light,

a drop of peace, a faith that awakes,

a buzz in the air, a point in the fog,

a profile, a shadow, a pause, a wait

Love is a soft rumor coming close,

a bell far away, a light breeze,

a voice in the calmness, a smell of mint,

an after, a maybe, a time, a goal

Love is sprouting, between the air and the ground,

and is felt and there's who can see it,

and makes you wake up and think of it,

and calls you slowly, rubbing your skin.

Love hypnotizes you, makes you dream,

and you gream and give in and let go,

and it moves you inside and makes you become more,

and pushes you, overcomes you and takes you behind

And suddenly raises you, throws you, burns you,

makes light in your soul, makes fire in your veins,

and makes you scream when you feel you're burning,

dissolves you, evaporates you, destroys you, creates you

And makes you travel, on the edge of time,

going up the rivers of a thousand universes,

and takes you to glory and gives you to the land

and looks at you... and thinks... and thinks...

And suddenly love, is the light of a flame,

that starts to turn off, and turns off,

is the little island lost in the fog,

a drop, an I don't know, a spot, a gesture.

Love is the fallen leaf in the gound,

a point in the sea, a haze that thickens,

a weight in the soul, a sun that covers,

a why, an according to, an I know, a complain

Love is going down, step by step,

with the closed hands and a weary step,

it asks who you are, to let you know,

it barely knows you, what do you want from it

Love mocks you, laughs at you,

while you're still steady, without a thing to say,

and you wish to follow and say no,

to stay, to return, that it makes a mistake.

And love ruins your great ideas,

tears you apart, breaks you, cuts you in pieces,

and makes you feel like the one you don't want to be,

and pushes you to be evil and fucks you up

And throws you face down, to the last hell,

pulling out your soul, stepping on your body,

and you choke with the wish of returning to void,

and suddenly, it stops, looks at you, and takes pity on you

• Artist:Massiel