The same things that I used to do with you
Now they seem stupid
Going to drink in the evening to this isolated place
That seemed a market if you were by my side
The same things that I used to do with you
Now she wants to repeat them
She enters the car shouting our songs
And I smile in silence and watch her
And later I feel a coward because
I also sing them
To not make her realise that I am already thinking about something else
That I am already thinking about something else
But she seems so stupid
You were the real music
But she seems so stupid
You were the real music
And he seems so stupid
You were the real music
The same things that I used to do with you
Now they seem stupid
She who speaks about everything in that formal way
And you who barely knew how to speak
She who says 'smoking does harm, it is wrong'
And you who would hold me up when I was drunk
She who says 'I want to make my father proud'
But you cried for having met him
For having met him
But she seems so stupid
You were the real music
And he seems so stupid
You were the real music
And he seems so stupid
You were the real music
But she seems so stupid
You were the real music
And he seems so stupid
You were the real music