Cara B

Side B

If when you come back home
you see me gloomy,
turning over the waltz
of sorrow,
have compassion for this lack of light,
today I'm a coin that has two sides of a coin.

And if you notice me far away
while being by your side,
like a bad replica
of what I used to be,
take my somersault as a joke,
today I'm just a copy and you have the original.

Don't pay attention
to so much mystery,
you already know the truth;
that there is nothing worse for this seriousness
than taking it seriously.

Let your closeness speak,
you know the reason,
and there is nothing worse for this heart
than an empty house.

Let go of
this lack of faith,
this scratched record that today
only has
side B.