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Fito Páez
Let Them Go
The coin in Juan's life
Chico Buarque, the glasses, the statue of salt
the suicide and his unreal cat
what was, what is, what will no longer be...
If I could explain, if I could explain...
I did it to break, I did it to break.
I did it to break myself...
The spirits of the city, where no one rests...
Narcissus and the sea where souls fall, perhaps...
Veronica, Amber, the last track.
If I could explain, if I could explain...
I did it to break, I did it to break.
I did it to break myself...
Every end of the rope that connects death and the zenith
I want to let them go... I think they live in me...
The illusion of a street at the end
and after love, nothing is ever the same
I couldn't let it pass
everything we've done was to break...
If I could explain, if I could explain
I did it to break, I did it to break,
I did it to break myself.
I did it to break, I did it to break,
I did it to break myself.
