This morning's sky has yesterday's color,
it violently traces the marks of its memory on my skin.
Bags under lost eyes live without makeup,
and in this broken destiny my soul leaves, moving to another place.
And that which you see, it's me too,
the hole that night and disappointment leave.
If this storm left only sadness,
if this silence dealt a blow to my head,
the depression won, knocking me out,
and the violent insomniac nights want to kill me.
I'm looking and everything's lost,
I'm a footprint on the path of forgetting.
And in Buenos Aires the plot thickens,
and there's nothing in the world sadder than this loneliness.
This new morning I'm going out to look,
I forget nothing,
who took the sadness from this place.
I'm thinking of you a little,
it's so ridiculous, my desolation.
Quietly I wait for reason,
because it gives me some revelation.
And that which you see, it's me too,
the hole that night and disappointment leave.
I need that which you once gave me,
it's a remedy for my sad heart.
It's a way to resurrect, to spend the winter,
to stand up and go out to look.
If this song doesn't serve as a pretext,
then I don't really know how to go on with this.
I believe in all that about starting again,
whichever night, princess, I can't find.
I'm looking and everything's lost,
I'm a footprint on the path of forgetting.
And in Buenos Aires the plot thickens,
and there's nothing in the world sadder...
and there's nothing in the world sadder than my loneliness.