Morocha

Under headlights that illuminate at dusk
I whistle a complicated love
Through the square, walking to the neighborhood
I smoke the night like a sweet Havana cigar

Here in La Plata and you in Belgrano
I'm withering away but you're dancing
And so the days pass us by fleetingly
It hurts me that you're not by my side

And to you

But brunette tonight I sing to you
Because your body envelops me in a cloak
Of melodies, songs, and tears
And if I fall, then I get up

Forgive me if sometimes I get angry
I just don't understand the reason for your whim
Lararai

Like every rose, no matter how beautiful
One day it has to wither

I'm searching, you're avoiding
Your warm kisses are cooling off
There's no full moon to cover your absence
And my gaze hides in your star

I'm in the present, you in your past
My sky is partly crumbling
And even if you deny burnt gardens
Here the rain hasn't come in a while

I'm losing my flight
If I can't nestle in your chest
And feel that

Like every rose, no matter how beautiful
One day it has to wither