| Hablemos de ruina y espina | Let us speak of ruin’s thorny crown, |
| Hablemos de polvo y herida | Of dust that drifts and wounds that do not close, |
| De mi miedo a las alturas | Of my vertigo at the unscaled height, |
| Lo que quieras, pero hablemos | Name your desire, but let us keep the words alive, |
| De todo menos del tiempo | Of all things—speak, just not of time, |
| Que se escurre entre los dedos | That sifts away like silt between our fingers, |
| Hablemos para no oírnos | Let us talk so silence cannot haunt us, |
| Bebamos para no vernos | Let us drink till sight grows blurred and false, |
| Y hablando pasan los días | And through our talking, days glide past like shadows, |
| Que nos quedan para irnos | All that remains before we take our leave, |
| Yo al bucle de tu olvido | I spiral in the orbit of your forgetting, |
| Tú al redil de mis instintos | You graze the fold of my feral longing, |
| Maldita dulzura la tuya | Accursed is the sweetness born of you, |
| Maldita dulzura la tuya | Accursed is the sweetness born of you, |
| Maldita dulzura la tuya | Accursed is the sweetness born of you, |
| Me hablas de ruina y espina | You conjure ruin’s thorn anew for me, |
| Me clavas el polvo en la herida | You press the dust into my open wound, |
| Me culpas de las alturas | You blame these heights upon my trembling, |
| Que ves desde tus zapatos | The heights you spy from within your own gait, |
| No quieres hablar del tiempo | You shy from speaking of the hourglass, |
| Aunque esté de nuestro lado | Even when its sand is spilling for us, |
| Y hablas para no oírme | And speak, merely to keep my voice at bay, |
| Y bebes para no verme | And drink, so you need not behold my face, |
| Y yo callo y río y bebo | And I fall silent, laugh, and raise my glass, |
| No doy tregua ni consuelo | I offer neither truce nor gentle solace, |
| Y no es por maldad, lo juro | It is not malice, this I swear to you, |
| Es que me divierte el juego | But how the game itself delights me so, |
| Maldita dulzura la mía | Accursed is the sweetness born of me, |
| Maldita dulzura la mía | Accursed is the sweetness born of me, |
| Maldita dulzura la mía | Accursed is the sweetness born of me, |
| Maldita dulzura la nuestra | Accursed is the sweetness we have forged |