Yesterday, what would I talk about today?
Today, what will I talk about tomorrow?
I've felt it, I've kept quiet
I've suffered it, I've kept it and I haven't told anything

Pretend
That everything is taken by the wind
And understand
That I've missed myself for so long

Yesterday it rained in Buenos Aires
My tears on the street
I looked through the blinds and the sun is not there
Sometimes it doesn't come out

Closing and opening wounds
That's what life is about
That love exists after love
Even though it hurts you

And today Buenos Aires hurts
And today Buenos Aires hurts
Eh-eh

The fear of sleeping
Alone in my own house
And not being able to go out
And not understanding what's happening

Pretend
That everything is taken by the wind
And understand
That I've missed myself for so long

Yesterday it rained in Buenos Aires
My tears on the street, eh-eh
I looked through the blinds and the sun is not there
Sometimes it doesn't come out

Closing and opening wounds
That's what life is about
That love exists after love
Even though it hurts you

And today Buenos Aires hurts
And today Buenos Aires hurts
And today Buenos Aires hurts

(And today Buenos Aires hurts)
(And today Buenos Aires hurts)
(And today Buenos Aires hurts)
(And today Buenos Aires hurts)
(And today Buenos Aires hurts)

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