El último vals [English translation]

Like it's almost usual,

when something dies

nostalgia is born

looking for a heart.

But mine is weird

and even if it's messy,

it's impervious to pain.

Happiness is a make-up

made of kind smiles

since you have been gone.

You'll always be

welcome to this place,

to my list of obsessions

with names to be forgotten.

How can I remember you without looking back?

I will never forget the last waltz.

When everything is over

and silence speaks,

only your pupils will know it was for real.

And amidst the crystals,

little pieces of that afternoon

when we began to dream.

Happiness is a make-up

made of kind smiles

since you have been gone.

You'll always be

welcome to this place,

to my list of obsessions

with names to be forgotten.

How can I remember you without looking back?

I will never forget the last.

And you'll always be

welcome to this place,

to my list of obsessions

with names to be forgotten.

How can I remember you without looking back?

I will never forget the last waltz.

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:A las cinco en el Astoria (2008)