Pálida luna [Versión conciertos] [English translation]

Pale moon, tell me something, Why does it hurt here?

Here in my breast where all my willingness to leave is fastened

Silver sun, of a white glare, tell me, Why do does it hurt so?

Pale moon, if this is guilt, let silence fall upon me

[Chorus]

If it was necessary, then why does it hurt so much?

What could reason possibly know about tears?

I don't want the night, I don't want calm,

I don't want the sun as it strokes the dawn,

I don't want the autumn or its tread-upon leaves,

I don't want the wind barely touching my face;

just to see you upon the sea...

My pale moon, pale moon...

Pale moon, tell me something, tell me if heaven is for me,

With me I carry a cloth with all my crying in it to burn it there before you.

Always calm, verily without land, tell me Why am I not happy?

Pale moon, if this is guilt, let silence fall upon me

[Chorus...]

If it was necessary, then why does it hurt so much?

What could reason possibly know about tears?

I don't want the night, I don't want calm,

I don't want the sun as it strokes the dawn,

I don't want the autumn or its tread-upon leaves,

I don't want the wind barely touching my face;

just to see you upon the sea...

The waves hurt, my soul hurts*

The sea hurts when it suddenly becomes silent,

My skin among the white linen hurts,

The air of the sigh that is ending** hurts

And I can't forgive myself...

Pale moon.

Pale moon.

Pale moon...

My pale moon.

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:Planeta Imaginario