Todo No Es Casualidad (en inglés)

Todo No Es Casualidad
Madrid wakes up blue in the morning
Among the missed calls is yours
The world is now on the television
But I’m still here, resisting the confusion

I keep used tears in my handkerchief
And also a mute knot in my throat
It was so marvelous loving you like that
I’ll regret it, but this time I prefer to be wrong alone
I want to surrender in your arms
I want to know you and open a path again
When you brush against me, I set fire to the sea
I tell you I want to find myself in your eyes and love again
I know, it’s cruel, forgive me, it’s not all coincidence
I’m not as perfect as you hoped
We’re innocent, the soul is to blame
And I escape with another dawn
I’ll regret it, but this time I prefer to be wrong alone
I want to surrender in your arms
I want to know you and open a path again
When you brush against me, I set fire to the sea
I tell you I want to find myself in your eyes and love again

I’m not made of stone
I’m a hurricane that lives off passion
And I’m not a statue in a glass urn
I want to surrender in your arms, I want to know you
When you brush against me, I set fire to the sea
I tell you I want to find myself in your eyes and love again
I know, it’s cruel, forgive me, it’s not all coincidence
In the bustling city of Madrid, the day begins with a tinge of melancholy as I awake to see missed calls from you. While the world carries on through the screens of television sets, I find myself lingering in a state of inner turmoil and uncertainty....