ENGLISH:

Your face, your face, your face

It’s called a paradox

Your hands, your hands, your hands

I’ll see you at dawn, at dawn I’ll see you

Silver, ivory, amber, beautiful

I’ll see you at dawn, at dawn I’ll see you

My lemon tree, the most beautiful lemon tree in the neighborhood

They love me? They love me not?

They love me? They do love me?

Coming or going

I’ll see you at dawn

This poem cannot be erased by anyone

I’ll see you at dawn

It’s called a paradox

I want to be on the side of the human beings 

Your face, your face, your face

When I remember…

Sweet like the ones from Crete 

Bitter like the ones from Turkey 

I don’t know what your hands have

Tiriti tran tran trero

Tirititrán, tirititrán

Your face, your face, your face

If you try to make sense of it and it doesn’t add up

If it defies logic: it’s called a paradox

I’ll see you at dawn

Coming or going

If there’s time, if there’s no time

Paparajote, the sweetest thing you can make with lemons

From Andalucía, from Almería, from Spain

Your face, your face, your face