Cómo Mata El Viento Norte

How the north wind kills
When August is in the day
And the space lights up our bodies

A beggar shows off jewels
To the blind on the corner
And a little pup from the Lord mesmerizes them

Just talk to me about clouds and salt
I don’t want to know anything
About the world’s misery today
Today’s a good day
There’s a bit of peace
The Earth is our sister

Mars doesn’t yield to the power of the Sun
Venus makes us fall in love
The Moon knows about its attraction
While we die here
With our eyes closed
We see nothing but our own nose

How the north wind kills
When August is in the day
And the space lights up our bodies

Mr. Night, be my cradle
Be my cradle, be my day
My little soul dances
With joy, with joy