Celos pudo el amor ser
separate
redes trampa mortal en mi fireplace
and coffee, coffee
city told me again your destination
Jealousy jealousy on Argentine soil
fever and my dreams that fell apart while
you make fun of me in your song
I can not fight the spell
Clouds clouds of salt and boredom
payment doubt see that I'm
the capital you caught you drunk
in the sad ritual of oblivion. Mmm
could be different love mmm
final crude Discepolian
and a coffee, real coffee
fell the last chord of the piano.
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