El más feliz [Finis Terrae] [English translation]
El más feliz [Finis Terrae] [English translation]
Consider what's left behind,
on the way back home,
the truth is not that easy without
giving up what I once was,
uncertain desires.
I will try to walk this city,
without taking my eyes off the front.
Seven days will no longer be enough
to build a home again without seeing the sea.
Where was ending up this love I gave
These moments from the past I can no longer forget.
Where are ending up, to which dismal dung-heap,
Mister garbageman, do me a favor:
Find the happiest, the one that is still alive,
catch me off guard and grind it, and grind it.
Moisture begins to dissipate.
I will feel nostalgia when I remember
all this salt seeping through my bones,
and that sun that's not heating
but makes iridescent my sky,
over a sea that is constantly breaking
on the glass of the lighthouse, in the distance.
Seven days will no longer be enough
to build a home again without seeing the sea.
Where was ending up this love I gave
These moments from the past I can no longer forget.
Where are ending up, to which dismal dung-heap,
Mister garbageman, do me a favor:
Find the happiest, the one that is still alive,
catch me off guard and grind it, and grind it.
And grind it...
- Artist:Vega (Spain)
- Album:La cuenta atrás