Things are here, and you’re over there
And in between: land, sea, everything
I hope you’re warm, and i hope you think of me,
And the way things used to be.
Yesterday, a telegram said that you had died,
But i knew and i know that it was a lie.
I tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
I mean our room. i went back to our room and cried
Retreat, and come back home.
son gente haciendo el amorchito
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said I’d like to smash every tooth in your head.