Del invierno - Zahara

Yo no quiero hablar de ti, no quiero hablar de ti,

pero si me encuentras conduciendo allí,

recuérdame que deje flores en su puerta.

Yo no quiero hablar de ti, no quiero hablar de mí,

saldrá el último vuelo.

Dirán los altavoces de todo el aeropuerto que tienes que marcharte,

y allí no podrás localizarme.

Yo no quiero hablar de ti, no quiero hablar de ti…

Mi coche está parado en mitad de la autopista, sigo durmiendo dentro,

y aquella noche fría… Regalo de bodas del invierno.

No hay manta, café, no hay nada ardiendo.

No hay casa, no hay hijos ni perro.

No hay nadie que peine mi cabello.

No hay nadie que seque mi cabello.

I don't want to talk about you, I don't want to talk about you,

but if you find me driving there,

remind me to leave flowers on her doorstep.

I don't want to talk about you, I don't want to talk about me,

the last flight will leave.

They will say the loudspeakers of the whole airport that you have to leave,

and there you will not be able to locate me.

I don't want to talk about you, I don't want to talk about you...

My car is stopped in the middle of the highway, I'm still sleeping inside,

and that cold night… Winter wedding gift.

There is no blanket, coffee, there is nothing burning.

There is no house, there are no children or a dog.

There is no one to comb my hair.

There is no one to dry my hair.