You said "You know, I don't handle abandonment well
Please don't leave me here"
I have an obsession with kites
I hate to see them fly away
I asked my father if he was leaving
And he answered "Yes"
You know it's the only thing that destroys me
And you did just that
I was always told "Love a little less"
I wondered if you know who I really am
I deleted your photos, except one where you're laughing and looking at the sky
Because I want to remember you without poison
The window where you used to smoke
How you took off your pants
No one would have bet on us
In fact, they won
Or maybe in the end we gave up
I know you're still there, that you think of me
I know you won't love for many years
Your look before the closed door
Maybe you wanted to say "It's not too late"
Why erase the past when we can accept it?
Why hate each other when we can help each other?
Come to me if you need it
Let's silence our pride
I wanted to give you a child with your eyes
But to show him different things than mine
To bring him up in a toy country where love exists without magic
But I can't stop thinking about how you are
How these months without me have been
Try to put aside your fears
Think about when I was on the edge
When I slept to avoid living
You saw me on my knees without clothes
Let's dance a slow dance to feel united
Men like me have a mission
They want to hear their name shouted loudly
The illusion of living beyond death
They are friends with strangers, they don't have breakfast
And they find magic in flying a kite

I used to sell stuff on the street, stuff on the street
And the rain washed me, washed me
But it burned like lava, like lava
And fantasy saved me, saved me
I used to sell stuff on the street, stuff on the street
And the rain washed me, washed me
But it burned like lava, like lava
And fantasy saved me, saved me
You keep my memory
You keep my memory
You keep my memory
You keep my memory

The fear of being alone without a father
The moment of refuge in a mother's arms
You gave me your eyes and told me to look far away
But first look at me well because I'm getting old
Why don't you love me, maybe I'm not enough?
What's the background song when you think in the room?
We run away on a beach so they will follow the steps
To find our refuge and the place where we left each other
You will never have a bit of respect if you don't confess
The only way to hide is to lie to yourself
Sorry if I wasn't very good at explaining myself
I wanted to lose myself to find someone I could trust
And I felt so much pain that I got used to it
And feel bad every time I thought I failed to love you
I just wanted love, I wanted to express myself
Feel free to not kill myself
I wanted to be the wind of California
I wanted to be the sunset in the desert
I wanted to be John Lennon's bullet
I wanted to be Malcolm X's microphone
I wanted to be the blues of Chicago
I wanted to be the Jazz of New Orleans
I wanted to be the sand in the swimsuit
I wanted to be the salt in the hair
Fall asleep with my head on your back
Eat dust for lunch and nails for dinner
I wanted to erase all humiliations
And not be afraid to be good
I wanted to be someone in your eyes
Our time will never be given back to us

I used to sell stuff on the street, stuff on the street
And the rain washed me, washed me
But it burned like lava, like lava
And fantasy saved me, saved me
I used to sell stuff on the street, stuff on the street
And the rain washed me, washed me
But it burned like lava, like lava
And fantasy saved me, saved me
You keep my memory, hey
You keep my memory, ah
You keep my memory, hey
You keep my memory, ah, ah, ah

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