El teléfono English translation

I want to stop forgiving myself every day
For getting undressed so quickly every night
For remembering you more that I should
For being a scholar in the office of waste

I'll leave 40 candles lit
To see if any of them can restart our fire
I don't want a further embrace of technology
Nor your silence choked by colour

That night I swore
That I wouldn't do it
And finish with my fingers destroyed
I'm simpler than I thought I was
This is the story of
Of a turned-off telephone

When I wrote
That brazen message
I stained almost all the words with wine
I was the shame
Of the weathered poet
And of the dogs that don't bite who they bark at

I don't want blue
I don't want 'online' or 'busy'
I don't want a call at 6am
I want you to listen
To this misguided idiot
And to his defeat by a screen and a charger

That night I swore
That I wouldn't do it
And finish with my fingers destroyed
I'm simpler than I thought I was
This is the story of
Of a turned-off telephone

And that night I swore
That, that I wouldn't do it
And finish with my hands and fingers destroyed
I'm smaller than I thought I was
This is the story of
Of a turned-off telephone