Me Voy De Aquí

Goodbye house,
goodbye street,
goodbye square of my neighborhood...

Your girls will disappear from my sight,
your corner policemen will vanish,
the buses and the old cars;
that still pass chased by the dogs,
I'm leaving, I'm leaving from here.

Everything is always the same thing,
breakfasts repeat... every morning

In my story, four wheels spin,
doors open for me,
I'm leaving, I'm leaving from here.

I don't know what's happening to me anymore,
I write on the walls
and I don't remember anything.
I walk aimlessly...
departure is arrival.

Kant is over,
and the finite sets...
that the teachers talked to me about.

Goodbye house,
goodbye street...
goodbye square of my neighborhood,

goodbye Old Lady,
goodbye sardine...
overall... we never said anything.