El Vals
Los Prisioneros
The Waltz
And now I'm here looking
At your eyes, your gray hair, and everything is the same
From here I can see your smiling face
It's December, the month that has arrived
Your house has always been strong and secure
Full of voices and laughter that make me tremble
Not all houses have snowfall
And the nights are good only for you
A new December marks the calendar
And the desire to cry is over
Disappointment and anger have already erased
The tears and those days that now don't matter
And now I'm here looking
At your eyes, your gray hair, and everything is the same
This night is the last one
Of December that I will wait for something.
