Sin ningun viento, ,hazme caso ! Gira, corazon; gira, corazon...

Without any wind

--- Look sharp ! ---

Turn, heart.

Turn, my heart...

Things that go away never return ---

everybody knows that.

And in the bright crowd of the winds

there's no use complaining !

Am I right, poplar, teacher of the breeze ?

There's no use complaining !

The wind will not help,

do not complain,

take your own responsibility...

Of ??? Your choice.