Al Pasar de Las Horas

Trying not to think, on nights when without looking you find shadows.
A salt young man drowns in his salty seas.
Beasts run a thousand through my head, cursed moon...
Trying not to think and as the hours go by
Your presence is not there and it weighs on me as much as the sea.
Lying on the sea to the rhythm of the waves
Your presence fades away amidst fresh foam, sand, and salt.
Beasts run a thousand through my head,
And they are killing me.
The day to leave and say goodbye has come
A cruel ending in the end
My life has gone, my lips are no longer
The kiss of your lips now goes
From room to room.
Try not to pass and something is happening to me,
Your presence fades away and takes me to the bottom of the sea.