Pétalo de Sal

Furious petal of salt
The same street, the same bar
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one waits

She turns crimson
I don't know if it's Baires or Madrid
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one waits

And it's not so tragic my love
It is this dream, it is this Sun
That yesterday seemed so strange
Or at least your lips

I understand you well
It's like talking to the wall
and you could give me faith

Furious petal of salt
The same street, the same bar
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one waits

And it's not so tragic my love
It is this dream, it is this Sun
That yesterday seemed so strange
Or at least your lips

I understand you well
It's like talking to the wall
And I imagine you hanging around the neighborhood

There's something about these years that make me feel like this, uh uh
And tell you that I miss you
And I'm going to see you happy