Desaparecer

Who tells me the truth
Who tells me the lies
Who looks into my eyes
And who looks at my pupils
Of women and guitars
Today I'm not going to talk again
Not about smoke or wine
Not about the path or destination
Not about chasing borders
To nowhere
Ohhh....
Disappear
Someone says it's okay
Others say they must have done something
Others stick the portrait
Of oblivion in the mirror
Of handkerchiefs and flags today
I'm not going to start talking
Not about wars or ideas
Not about judgments or punishments
Cries from the bottom of the river
Reach here
Ohhh....
Disappear
Ohhh....
Disappear
Ohhh....
Disappear
Ohhh....
Disappear