Horas tranquilas [English translation]

Looking for some quiet hours,

I lock myself up in my room

as melancholy surrounds me,

and in every corner, the echoes of your voice

and an crazy ghost swear your love.

And in the short space between my bed and the closet,

you left a trace of stars as footprints,

and also your scent, which doesn't fades.

Oh, it's suffocating me, it's suffocating me.

As I have these quiet hours,

an insane anguish kills my life,

and I scream in terror, pray of pain,

and a muffled groan loses control.

[Chorus] Someday I'll be back to look for you,

my soul tells me so, it wouldn't lie to me.

Someday I'll return to look for you,

even if this is already a lost cause.

I'll be back to look for you, I'll be back to look for you,

someday.

My quiet hours are like this.

Not even Hell knows what torture means.

My real moments are this demential,

I'm like a hungry man, with no teeth,

and no dreams.

You were like fire in Winter.

you were like ice in Hell.

And this great love was nothing but a gift

to insanity, to my insanity.

• Artist:Gloria Trevi
• Album:Como nace el universo