Adios abanico, que llegó el aire

At odd hours, I get up
from bed with nothing to do;
I declare myself insufficient,
and always outside the law.
And to take care of you, slowly,
and to scare away the flies with honey
I dedicate myself, and be on the lookout
in case we need to run.

Distracted, unraveled,
I'm tired, I haven't slept,
and every day I like it a little more.
By your side I've learned,
And what happened? - that I got lost -
and every day I like it a little more.

I'm walking
and I think about not stepping on a single poppy;
she, in the meantime,
almost always sleeps alone.

And if I fix, and if I find,
and when I look back at you again...
and if I fail you to death,
I hope there is something more!
And looking at you, to hold back,
to negotiate, give it gas and run.
and in the slipstream I want to go, your way of thinking;
if you don't ask: - where are you going?