La Suerte Está Echada [English translation]

They say that to forget you

I have to travel to Mars

to do 300 years of therapy

and to decide, to stop letting April pass,

to collect all the autumn leaves

They say that to forget you

I must have in my pocket

an almanac without Sundays, a cruise ship

and sail in a sealess ocean

drinking all the rainwater

And in reality, there are things I won't forget

like your eyes of solitude

the evening that made them cry

And I hear voices inside my house

sometimes I think it's your ghost

your threats, my escapes,

portrait of my secrecy

They say that joining four rabbit's paws

with thick salt, and repeating in front of a mirror,

'I'll forget,' maybe I can untie

the knot that binds us in this spell

They say about the day you left

I do no more than say goodbye to you

inventing a present tense for myself

To feel I'm doing something for myself

I build on shifting sands

And in reality, there are things I don't want to forget

like your eyes of solitude

the evening that made them cry

And I hear voices inside my house

sometimes I think it's your ghost

your threats, my escapes,

portrait of my secrecy

If I don't forget you, they say it could

hurt much more than how it hurts now

When I have you in my memory

you're here

• Artist:Tan Biónica
• Album:Obsesionario (2010)