El Vals
Los Prisioneros
The Waltz
And now I'm here watching
Your eyes, your gray hair, and it doesn't matter
From here I can see your smiling face
It's December, the month that has arrived
Your house has always been strong and safe
And full of voices and laughter, that make me tremble
Not all houses receive snow
And the nights are good, just for you
Oh, oh oh, oh oh!
Oh, oh oh
A new December marks the calendar
And the desire to cry ends
Disappointment, and anger, have already erased
Tears, and those days, that today, don't matter
And now, here I am, watching
Your eyes, and your gray hair, and it doesn't matter at all
This is the last night that
I'll wait until December, something
