Muñeca de trapo [English translation]

Just like those picture-frames that are still to be hanged

Just like last night supper's tablecloth

You are always waiting for me to say something else

and my expressive words do not wish to fly.

What is never spoken, dissolves in tea

just like the unfaithful says I'll never do it.

I feel as if I were in a love jail

you will forget me if I don't sign my confession.

I'd embrace the devil without hesitation

in exchange of looking at your face as you listen to me.

You are what I love the most

But I lose you in my silences.

My eyes are two black crosses

that have never spoken clearly.

My heart is full of sorrow

and I am a rag doll.

Each silence is you humbly staying behind me;

always crying

I wish I could tell you what I feel for you,

that the moon of January would listen

while looking at you.

I'd embrace the devil without hesitation

in exchange of looking at your face as you listen to me

You are what I love the most

But I lose you in my silences.

My eyes are two black crosses

that have never spoken clearly.

My heart is full of sorrow

and I am a rag doll.

I am not afraid of eternal fire

Neither of its bitter stories

but silence is something cold

and my winters are too long.

And when you come back, I'll be far away

among some tango's verses

because this sincere heart

swore to be a rag doll.

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:Guapa (2006)