Terminales
El café, se enfrió en la mesa
Tuve la certeza que ya no estabas más
Esta vez, di la media vuelta
Y tirado en el sofá
Empecé a extrañar
Tanta fe, y tanta porquería
Tanta lluvia en el balcón
Que se va la vida
Y vos también te vas
Y me dejas la herida
Y yo te dejo esta canción
Para no olvidar
Cuantas terminales, y sigo sin poder encontrarte
Suelto en Buenos Aires, en el bar donde los dos
Cuantas capitales, y sigo sin poder encontrarme
Preso en Buenos Aires, en el bar donde los dos
Puede ser que yo esté distinto
Que después de un tinto y un atardecer
Quiera que, que te quedes conmigo
Y apagar el frío
Una y otra vez
Suelo ser un disfraz abandonado en la esquina
Y vos mi felicidad, esa que nunca termina
Cuantas terminales, y sigo sin poder encontrarte
Suelto en Buenos Aires, en el bar donde los dos
Cuantas capitales, y sigo sin poder encontrarme
Preso en Buenos Aires, en el bar donde los dos
Cuantas terminales, y sigo sin poder encontrarte
Suelto en Buenos Aires, en el bar donde los dos
Cuantas capitales, ¡y sigo sin poder encontrarme!
Preso en Buenos Aires, en el bar donde los dos (volvimos)
Terminals
The coffee, got cold on the table
I was sure you were no longer there
This time, I turned around
And lying on the couch
I started to miss
So much faith, and so much crap
So much rain on the balcony
Life goes by
And you also leave
And you leave me the wound
And I leave you this song
So as not to forget
How many terminals, and I still can't find you
Lost in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were
How many capitals, and I still can't find myself
Imprisoned in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were
It could be that I am different
That after a red wine and a sunset
I want you to stay with me
And turn off the cold
Again and again
I am usually a discarded disguise in the corner
And you my happiness, the one that never ends
How many terminals, and I still can't find you
Lost in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were
How many capitals, and I still can't find myself
Imprisoned in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were
How many terminals, and I still can't find you
Lost in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were
How many capitals, and I still can't find myself!
Imprisoned in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were (we returned)
Escrita por: Cruzando El Charco