[Lyrics from "El 7 de Septiembre"]
It seems like a lie
That after all this time
Our bonds broken
We still maintain the illusion in our anniversary
The same little table that has seen us tied up
Hands underneath
Take care that the corner of always
Stays reserved
And even the story ended
There's something alive in this love
That even though we're hell-bent on blowing
There are flames that not еven with the sea
Thе flowers of May bit by bit they'll yield
To the crow's feet
And we'll search in case there's something left
The seventh of September
Is our anniversary
And we don't know whether to kiss in the face or in the lips
And even the story ended
There's something alive in this love
That even though we're hell-bent on blowing
There are flames that not even with the sea
The seventh of September
Is our anniversary
Is our anniversary