Traducir a
You decide a little too late
To put on a slightly black veil
On our air of deja vu on the station platform
You sign with an intrepid gesture
The end of a pompous solid
Crushed by the years of our damage
You get lost in your delusions, your insomnia
You say our lives are no longer here
You say your life seems so
You speak in Mandarin language
Latin American men
Of their words so delicate that I have not
You lose yourself under the thorns of your desires
You say our lives are no longer here
You say your life seems so
You lose yourself under the thorns of your desires
You say our lives are no longer here
You say your life seems so
You tear up alone on your bed
Our rootless memories
To the tunes of an opera that never ends
To the tunes of an opera that never ends
I lose you in the desert of our damage
