La boca del lobo [English translation]

I feel at home when I don't know where I am.

I dance barefoot with people who know everything about me

but don't know who I am.

I like London, forgetting you and coffee.

To not add anything when there's nothing left to say.

To be more than one at a time.

If the trick goes wrong, I leave town.

I throw the keys, turn around and change my plan.

I don't care about anything if at the end of the story you appear.

I burn my bridges, I enter the lion's den and I alight it.

Now I can only be with you or far away from myself.

I don't deny it anymore, I miss myself when I'm without you.

If I say heads and it is tails, I try again.

If I want battle axes, I have one buried in the garden.

And if I must flee, I know how to run.

If they aim to kill, I laugh so as not to cry.

And if I'm pushed towards the void, I learn how to glide.

I don't care about anything if at the end of the story you appear.

I burn my bridges, I enter the lion's den and I alight it.

Now I can only be with you or far away from myself.

I don't deny it anymore, I miss myself when I'm without you.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

I don't deny it anymore, I miss you.

I don't care about anything if at the end of the story you appear.

I burn my bridges, I enter the lion's den and I alight it.

Now I can only be with you or far away from myself.

I don't deny it anymore, I miss myself when I'm without you.

I don't care about anything if at the end of the story you appear.

I burn my bridges, I enter the lion's den and I alight it.

Now I can only be with you or far away from myself.

I don't deny it anymore, I miss myself when I'm without you.

• Artist:Amaia Montero
• Album:Nacidos para creer (2018)