En Las Horas Más Tristes

In the saddest hours let me get close to you
Without you there is no calm, no sea, no treasure
Open your door
Open your arms
And let me sit by your side and fly to be a happy child
The wind of life blows
And I go behind in a hurry
With the heart painted
On the back of the hand
I want to escape with you
I want to be with you
Where my home is my home
Where the nights don't hurt
Where the past doesn't pass

In the saddest hours
Give me a little water
And help me see the plains of Africa
Open your door
Open your arms
And let me sit by your side and fly to be a happy child

The wind of life blows
And I go behind in a hurry
With the heart painted
On the back of the hand
I want to escape with you
I want to be with you
Where my home is my home
Where the nights don't hurt
Where the past doesn't pass
Where the past doesn't pass

The wind of life blows
And I go behind in a hurry
With the heart painted
On the back of the hand
I want to escape with you
I want to be with you
Where my home is my home
Where the nights don't hurt
Where my home is my home
Where the past doesn't pass/ pass/ pass
And it's gone