Furious petal of salt
The same street, the same bar
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one is waiting

She turns crimson
I don't know if it's Buenos Aires or Madrid
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one is waiting

And my it isn't so tragic, my love
It's this dream, it's this sun
That yesterday seemed so strange
Or at least your lips

I understand you well
It's like talking to a wall
And you could give me faith

Furious petal of salt
The same street, the same bar
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one is waiting

And it isn't so tragic, my love
It's this dream, it's this sun
That yesterday seemed so strange
Or at least your lips

I understand you well
It's like talking to a wall
And I imagine you wandering around the neighborhood

There's something about these years
That make me feel this way, uh-uh
And tell you that I miss you
And I'm going to see you happy

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