18 motives to leave you,
14 advices to forget,
500 reasons to hate you.
I calculate all this and I add:
millions of sheep for the insomnia,
a cocktail of pills to make me sleep,
14 bits of your hair
like fakir's knives.
When was it that your love left?
How did it leave without me?
I pray the sun never rises
The light filters in through the window
I hear the cars in the streets
Your DNA is in the bed.
I clone it for me
I feel fear in so many ways
that I prefer not to leave
60 times I said that I could
80 more that I regreted
When was it that your love left?
How was it that it left without me?
Who kissed you far from here?
while I imagined you in my bed?
Who touched far from me?
Who is with you this morning?
How much I lost...
Who won you? [I don't know if this is correct. He means who is the man who finally got her]
What must I do with this fear for the future?
I calculate all this and I deduct:
There are 7 Mondays each week
There are 30 winters each month
The hours are made of porcelain
Life is a game of chess
You left mines in my house
with the objective of killing [me]
Life cries when it goes by
Luck sits laughing in my porch.
When was it that your love left?
How was it that it left without me?
Who kissed you far from here?
while I imagined you in my bed?
Who touched far from me?
Who is with you this morning?
How much I lost...
Who won you?
What must I do with this fear for the future?
You left: your shadow roaming
around the house without permission,
the trace of your back in the carpet
like a crater in the moon
and your reflection in the mirror
Who kissed you far from here?
while I imagined you in my bed?
Who touched far from me?
Who is with you this morning?
How much I lost...
Who won you?
What must I do with this fear for the future?
I calculate all this and I deduct.
Who won you?
Who kissed you far from here?
Who is with you this morning?