Tragicomedia [English translation]

I, who live in the moon

want to give you my grain of sand

you live in a lagoon

prisoner of the night

of inopportune laughter,

worthwhile sobs,

prisons of bitterness,

words that are chains

Why do you not serve

your sentence of sleepless nights?

For I am your prison

if you are my novel

I am your tragicomedy

you raise me like the foam,

I glide down your hips

if you fly me to the moon,

you will have a full moon

and your eyes looked at me,

and the moon fell from the sky

and your words spoke to me,

though lately I do not understand you

but I become so bad

each time your hair brushes against me

like an odd bug

Some new species of insect

But no, but no, but no

That's why, think of me as a dream

dream that I think,

send me a kiss,

Call me one of these days

I am in the subway without a signal

at the stop of your waist

and give some cheer to this sad figure.

Tell me a story, give me madness,

or soon I will make one up

but I become so bad

each time your hair brushes against me

like an odd bug,

some new species of insect

but no, but no, but no

And if I have to die

let it be in spring

so I can grow roots

and live always at your side

and if you have to leave,

take me in your suitcase

I promise not to weigh you down

be sure not to lose it

and your eyes looked at me...

and your words spoke to me...

but I become so bad

like an odd bug

but no, but no...

That's why, think of me as a dream

send me a kiss...

I am in the subway

at the stop of your waist

tell me...

Or soon..

• Artist:Estopa