L'amant malalta [English translation]

My lover is sick

It's a flu with a high fever

Today we were going to have dinner, I was really looking forward to it

My lover is sick

She let me know mid-afternoon

Inside the sweaty blankets, she was shaking

I'm driving, and night arrives

And the outline of the countryside disappears

And the rear view mirror fills up with stars

And I think about going to see her

My lover is sick

My mother said there's something going around

Today we were going to dinner, and to the Antilla1 to dance salsa

My love is sick

Her burning head finds no peace

Nor her frozen feet with painted nails

I'm driving, in the middle of the night

Around the limits of the suburbs

And the rear view mirror fills up with stars

And the lights of the patios of houses

The engine roads, I'm free and fast

And my lover is sick

I see the highway exit, flowers on the balcony

Maybe I'll go and see her

1. Nightclub in downtown Barcelona

• Artist:Manel