Avisa'm Quan Guanyi L'amor

Our lives have crossed paths in the place of losers
Today I feel more than ever at the last point of the station
I will toast with empty glasses to not lose my mind
Let me know when love wins, I hope to be a resident of the world

Life that traps me, on a chessboard
Just a moment of rest, messages that have been sent and tobacco
Mirrors on the spoon and time that fades in the ashtray
Who will come in to destroy me, how much will luck cost me?

Tell me where we will be when time passes and the cold returns
Maybe loving rooms of some hotel in the middle of the sky
I will remember old tracks and it will be sad not to think of anything
How complicated it is to return, and how simple it is to believe in everything

Maybe it's the empty airport of a shared journey
In the songs that are sung without desire
Maybe it's just that when there are maybes in the way
I give you the arm of the night sky

I'll wait for you in the square, you'll find me reading Martí
I'll save you sunny afternoons, maybe also a glass of wine
Let the ghosts sway, tell them: 'do it for me'
There is no other toll, curse our executioners

Maybe it's the empty airport of a shared journey
In the songs that are sung without desire
Maybe it's just that when there are maybes in the way
I give you the arm of the night sky

Maybe it's this fear of being alone and staying here
Where the doors that close on us when we don't try to open them
Maybe it's just that when there are maybes in the way
I give you the arm of the night sky