Celos [English translation]

Jealousy

Could love be different?

Nets

Death trap in my path

and in a cafe, a city cafe,

you told me your fate again.

Jealousy

Jealousy on Argentinan soil

Fever

and my illusion that dissolved

while you make fun of me in your song

I can't free myself from the spell.

Clouds

Clouds of salt and of disgust

Doubts

I pay to see what I've lost

The capital trapped you, got you drunk,

on the sad ritual of obscurity.

Mmm

Could love be different

mmm

last, true Discepolian

and in a cafe, a cafe of truth,

fell the last chord of the piano.