Punto Sin Retorno

There is a threshold
There is a point of no return
Whether it is the end or not
Take off my disguise
And save our home from ruin

The most ferocious inertia takes me far away
There is a fishing line
Make it entangle our rooms
Sew your goodbye to me
Catch a signal
And pull the hook mercilessly

I will be the wound
The bandage and the pain
The most ferocious inertia takes me far away
Come, gale
Come and sweep away my papers

Now it doesn't matter to us
If I am not the same as yesterday
And there is no more fuel to return
I will be the wound
The bandage and the pain
The most ferocious inertia takes me far away

We will be ships
In full collision
We will fall slowly
What a fierce inertia!
I ride on its cyclone

We will follow the fishing line
Without fuel to return
We will follow the fishing line
Without fuel to return

We will follow the fishing line
Without fuel to return
I will cross this new threshold
Without fuel to return