It's cold outside again
and the girls are following trains again
The same pain is in this head,
there's the old smell of brandy in the body
The fog is at fault for everything
and this city rarely makes me smile
Just put the jug on the table,
our plot is happening
later
No trouble at all
No trouble at all
You're always with me
And when
I don't respond for days
and when time changes me
and when i get lazy
and when
I don't know about it
(What?)
Still, I'm always curious
whether you still want me.
At the bottom of your body,
is there still
the same pain?
You're always with me
If you call me señor