Sumar Tiempo No Es Sumar Amor

I walk again
I don't even leave footprints.
It's hard to be in the city.
The city hardens the words of love.

She spoke for me
and I felt tired.
She thought she knew my heart...
I looked at my cigarette, she cried.

Adding time is not adding love.
Adding time is not adding love
and in loneliness, one is better off.

Adding time is not adding love.
Adding time is not adding love
and in loneliness (sometimes) one is better off.