San Cristóbal

I lost a song
On every corner
I lost a dream
With every cigarette
I lost a love
With every glance
There in San Cristóbal
My thoughts died
And so I go
Losing everything
Afraid of loving so much
I lost the moon
On your cheek
I lost my gut
With every sunrise
I lost a color
With every kiss
There in your body
My thoughts died
And so I go...
Killing life
With joys
Being born again
With bitterness
I lose memories
With every song
There in La Fournier
From smoking so much
And so I go...