Cuando no se da, no se da.

You better hide for her freezing hell...

On cold wings she's coming, you better keep moving,

for warmth you'll be longing,

come on, just feel it, don't you see it? 

You better believe it!

When she embraces your heart turns to stone,

she comes at night when you are all alone,

and when she whispers, your blood shall run cold,

you better hide before she finds you...