After the rain, the perfume of the anguish
And the sound of the silence that you leave when you go.
After not surviving
The mornings of this April
As cloudy as they are broken.
I´m traveling deep within the city of disenchantment,
Capital of the new center of existential emptiness.
How you disillusion me
When you fake and exchange shots
Without finishing things.
Freedom, my house is a disaster, my life a little more
Heart, how expensive are the prices of love
I didn´t find you downtown today
And a sequence of terror
And I dreamed crazy passions with you,
And the simple truth is that
I want to see you,
And the simple truth is that...
I must have lost something to be so committed,
to look inside you for something that´s inside me and
Something to be able to cover
my great spiritual hole,
My broken illusions.
I think that looking for you is less dignified than thinking about you,
more difficult than finding you and less sad than forgetting you.
You asked me "You don´t drink?",
I told you "I don´t do it anymore"
And you got bored with the story.
Freedom, my house is a disaster, my life a little more
Heart, how expensive are the prices of love
I didn´t find you downtown today
And a sequence of terror
And I don´t know what´s happening with you
The simple truth is that
I want to see you,
And the simple truth is that...
I didn´t find you downtown today
And a sequence of terror,
And I cried the night of the blackout,
And the simple truth is that
I want to see you,
And the simple truth is that...
I didn´t find you downtown today
And a sequence of terror
And I don´t know what´s happening with you
And the simple truth is that
I want to see you,
And the simple truth is that
I want to see you.