Sweet Madness (Dulce locura) - La Oreja de Van Gogh (Spain)

I sell the inventory of memories of the
prettiest history I heard in my life.
I sell the script of the saddest movie
and the most beautiful I could saw in my life.
I sell the accords, the brilliant melody
and the lyrics that I will compose in my life.
I sell even the poster announcing the opening
of the moment that I will live in my life.

I understand that you left and now I pay
my condemn, but don't ask me to keep wishing to live.

Without your moon, without your sun, without your
sweet madness, I become tiny and small.
The night dreams about you and makes fun of me,
I try to hug you and you vanish.

I sell a used camera that captured
the sights I will record in this life.
I sell two expired tickets in the second row
that I will break in my life.
I sell two seats reserved for centuries
and now I realize the I got seated in this life.
I sell even the poster announcing the opening
of the moment that I will live in my life.

I understand that you left and now I pay
my condemn, but don't ask me to keep wishing to live.

Without your moon, without your sun, without your
sweet madness, I become tiny and small.
The night dreams about you and makes fun of me,
I try to hug you...

Without your moon, without your sun, without your
sweet madness, crying like in a rainy day
my soul goes away and looks for you in a trip without return.

I will climb into the roof every night looking for your smoke.
The memory of a hug that makes me tremble, yet.

Without your moon, without your sun, without your
sweet madness, I become tiny and small.
The night dreams about you and makes fun of me,
I try to hug you...

Without your moon, without your sun, without your
sweet madness, crying like in a rainy day
my soul goes away and looks for you in a trip without return...