Vientos de tormenta [English translation]

When I decide to change my attitude,

when there’s nothing that works out for me,

when I believe any mirage

I talk to myself and fall again.

When kisses tastes of true,

when what I want is to want to believe,

when I tarmac my tar eyes

that in heaven they don't give rental houses.

When I face my torments

always at the mercy of the wind

I wear and feel away.

I die in every regret;

It shows that I am giving free rein to my demons.

There are strong winds of storm,

since I do not live on air, I am giving free rein;

do not tell anyone.

For more than I invent

nobody believes my stories

and the accounts do not balance me.

You look for me and I can't find you

and if I don't look for you, you will find me.

When I want to stay a little longer

always with a question to ask;

when I crawl through the dark

And everyone leaves, I get off too.

When I'm out of place

when I don't feel like going back yet

it's so hard for me to stay the course

in this deep sea I want to lose myself.

My worst worries and fears

they turn off as it turns off tonight

to the beat of time

inside every regret

It shows that I am giving free rein to my demons.

There are strong winds of storm,

since I do not live on air, I am giving free rein;

do not tell anyone.

For more than I invent

nobody believes my stories

and the accounts do not balance me.

You look for me and I can't find you

and if I don't look for you, you will find me.

This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill,

It is not, this is Estopa!

For more than I invent

nobody believes my stories

and the accounts do not balance me.

You look for me and I can't find you

and if I don't look for you, you will find me.

• Artist:Estopa