Las salas de espera [English translation]

In the waiting room

Of these closed eyes

A flower is attached

By a very, very long string

In the waiting room,

Of this breathless autumn

Each face is the cross

Of a shepherd with no flock

They pass through here; they want to forget

Their puppet condition;

One more artist in the Festival of Patience

In the waiting rooms

Of interviews and heart attacks

Of missing stations,

There is no one anywhere.

They pass through here, they want to forget

Their puppet condition;

One more artist in the Festival of Patience

They pass through here, they're going to be auctioned

Calmness, control, and sleepless nights.

They cannot leave, no one wants to enter

There is no coming back

In the waiting room

There's no chairs nor benches

Only urgent voices

No one is waiting seated

They pass through here, they're going to be auctioned

Calmness, control and sleepless nights;

Yet another artist in the Festival of Patience

They pass through here, they want to remember

How and why they were here

They cannot leave, no one wants to enter;

There's no return

• Artist:Vetusta Morla
• Album:La deriva