Trazos de hielo y niebla
que se esconden
en las pequeсas grietas de mi nombre.
Luz que ilumina el alba,
no me ignores;
entre suspiros llamas mas no sй a dуnde.

El invierno me encuentra delirando
entre flores cubiertas de desencanto, miedo y llanto.
Mientras el frнo corre por mis manos
mi corazуn implora:
“їhasta cuбndo?”.

(Traces of ice and fog, hidden
in the small crevices of my name.
Light of the dawn, don’t ignore me;
sighing you call me, I know not where.

Winter finds me delirious
covered by flowers of disappointment, fear and tears.
While the [bad word] through my hands
my heart cries: "Until when?")

Sing to me one more time,
turn loose the waking light.
Unleash the sounds that define me
and keep me alive.
And if I fall into despair,
tear down the walls and call my name
to remind me who I am.

Noches que se dilatan lentamente [bad word] promesas e ilusiones.
Mientras la luna quema el horizonte
la voz de la memoria enmudece.

(Nights that slowly dilate
breaking down promises and illusions.
While the moon burns the horizon,
the voice of memory goes silent.)

Sing to me one more time,
turn loose the waking light.
Unleash the sounds that define me
and keep me alive.
And if I fall into despair,
tear down the walls and call my name
to let me know
that our cause
is never lost,
our song will forever be heard.