María [English translation]

He comes home late with the mist of the sea,

he comes, wound tight with rage.

He enters very slowly, so as not to disturb

the most beautiful sleep there is.

She comes out of the cloud

Gives a lunar yawn

Barefoot and disheveled, she runs...

runs into his arms as no one else would

ever... ever... ever...

And María tells him yes,

blushingly tells him yes

and hides herself in his arms

and he answers that everything will be all right,

that the flowers will grow again

where we are now crying.

The dawn falls as she stands,

Shining with the proper spark,

At once face of ambush and open sky,

He thinks that she is pretty...

Together and forgotten by sleep they go,

telling riddles

until the flower closes with him...

closes with him.

And María tells him yes,

blushingly tells him yes

and hides herself in his arms

and he answers that everything will be all right,

that the flowers will grow again

where we are now crying.

And winter came, and he left

and they say that, without him, María

doesn't look at herself in pools of water.

Every March 13th at 10

she hopes to see him again,

but he has gone.

He comes home late with the mist of the sea,

he comes, wound tight with rage.

He enters very slowly, so as not to hijack

the most beautiful sleep there is.

She comes out of the cloud

Gives a lunar yawn

Barefoot and disheveled, she runs...

runs into his arms as no one else will

ever... ever... ever...

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:Primera fila (2013)