Vete lejos donde nadie pueda encontarte pero llevame contigo.

Everything what of vos wanted

 It is so small in the bottom

 Because in the bottom it is quite,

 As a dog that happens, a hill,

 These things of nothing, daily,

 Spike and hair and two lumps,

 The smell of your body,

 What you say of any thing,

 With me or against me,

 All that is so small,

 I want it of vos because I love you.

 At that you look beyond me,

 That you love me with violent prescindencia

 Of the tomorrow, that the shout

 Of your delivery smash

 In the face of an office chief,

 And that the pleasure that united we invent

 It is another sign of the freedom