Tipico domingo
Parecía un típico domingo.
Afuera llovía, hacía frío
tenías que irte esa tarde
era una movida inevitable.
Yo fingía que a mi me parecía
la cosa mas natural del munco
pero estava muy muy muy bajoneado
pero no quería entristecerte mas.
Y en la calle un sólo taxi
con la radio al remango
escuchaba un partido
en el que el visitante ganaba tres a dos.
Te llevaba abrazada.
Te contaba mis hazañas
de cuando tenía diez años
y creía que era mucho mas fácil vivir.
Nos fuimos temprano al aeropuerto
y volví desolado y seguía lloviendo.
Yo tenía que quedarme en México
casi dos meses sin poder verte.
Y en la calle un sólo taxi
con la radio al remango
escuchaba un partido
en el que el visitante ganaba tres a dos.
Te llevaba abrazada.
Te contaba mis hazañas
de cuando yo tenia diez años
y creía que era mucho mas fácil vivir.
Typical Sunday
It felt like a typical Sunday.
Outside it was raining, it was cold
You had to leave that afternoon
It was an inevitable move.
I pretended it seemed to me
The most natural thing in the world
But I was feeling really, really down
But I didn’t want to make you sadder.
And on the street, just one taxi
With the radio blaring
I was listening to a game
Where the visitors were winning three to two.
I held you tight.
I told you my stories
From when I was ten years old
And thought living was so much easier.
We left early for the airport
And I came back heartbroken and it was still raining.
I had to stay in Mexico
For almost two months without seeing you.
And on the street, just one taxi
With the radio blaring
I was listening to a game
Where the visitors were winning three to two.
I held you tight.
I told you my stories
From when I was ten years old
And thought living was so much easier.