De un mundo raro

When they talk to you about love and illusions
and offer you a whole sun and sky,
if you remember me, don't mention me,
because you're going to feel some damn good love.

And if they want to know about your past,
it's necessary to tell a lie.
Say you come from there, from a strange world,
that you don't know how to cry, that you don't understand love
and that you've never loved.

Because wherever I go
I will speak of your love
like a golden dream,
and forgetting the resentment,
I won't say that your goodbye
turned me into a miserable man.

And if they want to know about my past,
it's necessary to tell another lie.
I will tell them that I came from a strange world,
that I don't know about pain, that I triumphed in love
and that I have never cried.