I am getting used to not looking at you.
I am getting used to be without you,
I no longer want you, I don't need you, anymore.
How good it is to be alone, how well one lives like this!
I am getting used to not looking at you.
I am getting used to be without you,
Choir
What damned kisses, why do you want to hurt me
if without you I die? My darling, where are you?
Don't play that waltz for me because it kills me!
She used to sing it to me, like her, no one else.
If I pass by Florida, I remember you,
If I pass by La Valle, It is the same
that if I am in Corrientes, that if I am in Palermo,
all along Buenos Aires, with me you always are.
That I'm going to get used to not looking at you?
That I'm going to get used...? God, no way!
Choir
What damned kisses, why do you want to hurt me
if without you I die? My darling, where are you?
Don't play that waltz for me because it kills me!
She used to sing it to me, like her, no one else.