El Pimentón

I wanna sit in front of you
I wanna feel you close to me
I want you to make a dumb face
So I can laugh like I never thought

Look in your drawer
There's a picture I took of a paprika
That reminded me of your nose
That was red the day I met you

And when we are far away
I can't take it anymore
This distant love
Complex and there are better things to think about
Than sending 40 emails a month or more
Or more

Every time I go out for a walk
I see your face in the place where we passed by
And we swore
That all of this was nothing more than a friendship
And look out your window
There's a sign asking what happened
If you don't know or don't understand
Today is the day that I don't know either

And when we are far away
I can't take it anymore
This distant love
Complex and there are better things to think about
Than sending 40 emails a month or more
(Or more)

And when you're far from me
I'll be honest, without you
I'll be a poor old man who, even though he had everything, died unhappy

Oh, oh, oh, oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

And there are better things to think about
Than sending 40 emails a month or more
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (or more) (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (or more)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (or more)