Estranha forma de vida [English translation]

It was God's will

That I live in this anxiety

That all cries be mine

That it all be my longing

It was God's will

What a strange way of life

This heart of mine has:

It lives off lost lives

Who would grant it a gift?

What a strange way of life

It lives off lost lives

Who would grant it a gift?

What a strange way of life

An independent heart,

A heart I do not command:

It lives lost among us,

Stubbornly bleeding,

An independent heart

I shall follow you no more:

Stop, quit beating.

If you don't know where you're headed

Since you're so set on running

I shall follow you no more

If you don't know where you're headed

Since you're so set on running

I shall follow you no more.

If you don't know where you're headed

Stop, quit beating

I shall follow you no more.

• Artist:Sílvia Pérez Cruz