What to look for?
Empty street, I keep thinking
That you're going to come back
What a regret
There's nothing to look for
Empty street, I keep thinking
You're going to come back, what a regret
Listen to her, listen to her, mommy
Listen please
Because it hurts me
To see that you're not available
You're not available
You take your time at the viewpoint
I don't know if it was all the beers
Or the baseball game
But my little friend1 saw
And at once told me
How the situation was
As when you were calling
In the early morning
Only to tell me how much
You were missing me and now, now
Now you're not answering anything
But I remember that
A week ago you were
Singing it to me and you were even
Telling me that you were dreaming of me
Listen to her, listen to her, mommy
Listen please
Because it hurts me
To see that you're not available
Take care of yourself, love
Goodbye, love
1. feminine