Terminales

The coffee, got cold on the table
I was sure you were no longer there
This time, I turned around
And lying on the couch
I started to miss

So much faith, and so much crap
So much rain on the balcony
Life goes by
And you also leave
And you leave me the wound
And I leave you this song
So as not to forget

How many terminals, and I still can't find you
Lost in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were
How many capitals, and I still can't find myself
Imprisoned in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were

It could be that I am different
That after a red wine and a sunset
I want you to stay with me
And turn off the cold
Again and again

I am usually a discarded disguise in the corner
And you my happiness, the one that never ends

How many terminals, and I still can't find you
Lost in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were
How many capitals, and I still can't find myself
Imprisoned in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were

How many terminals, and I still can't find you
Lost in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were
How many capitals, and I still can't find myself!
Imprisoned in Buenos Aires, in the bar where we both were (we returned)