Entre otros cien [English translation]

I come by walking, I pay an acceptable price for the acts,

I want tomorrow to surprise me,

Without having an answer to questions I wonder,

I come without wanting, come wanting,

that my dreams come true, when I am still imagining,

I want for intuition to vanish,

and jump to your buttons, without giving an explanation,

Tell me if, you concede me, this air.

That, the way I discover how much I have left to see,

What would happen when another train comes by,

If wandering the street, I would find,

your countenance, among one hundred others,

if in one thousand millions stares I am kidnapped,

if in one thousand millions perfumes, but you,

being far away, gift me springs.

I arrive portraying that today is forever,

and always lives in the present, of being able to be one great day,

I want to reinvent a way to dream,

and stay any Friday, asleep on the couch,

I arrive touching down because of the fears I held,

that are gossips now, that don't make me think anymore,

I want that some day I could see that

all that waffle is still true

Tell me if, you concede me, this air.

That, the way I discover how much I have left to see,

What would happen when another train comes by,

If wandering the street, I would find,

your countenance, among one hundred others,

if in one thousand millions stares I am kidnapped,

if in one thousand millions perfumes, but you,

being far away, gift me springs.

among one hundred others, among one hundred others,

among one hundred others, among one hundred others.

• Artist:Marta Soto