El Dia Que Puedas
Cachumba
The Day You Can
Now I'm leaving
Don't repeat it to me
I'm gathering the precise things
To go to a hotel
A couple of pajamas
Soap, slippers
And a couple of shirts
To not come back
Now I'm leaving
Don't repeat it to me
I've also grown tired
Of so many lies of not being faithful to you
Here in this bag
Fits my life
With it on my back
I am free again
The day you can
And you're not with someone
The things that I could now forget
The book of verses that I used to read to you
The happy days that won't come back
The day you can
And you're not with someone
The dear things of my possession
The common things you throw into the air
Let them fly aimlessly
And you won't come back
Never again.
