Fue
Gustavo Cerati
It was
I have reached the end
With tired arms.
So many times I saw you
Pretending to forget,
And that happened.
I got drunk to emptiness
With your poisonous honey,
You were mine and the boredom
Led us to disappointment,
And that happened.
It was,
It was
And it was
(and that happened)
Soft fabrics on the floor,
A part of the euphoria,
And the slipperiest thing
Is to believe ourselves without memory,
And that happened
It was,
And it was,
And it was,
And it was,
And it was,
It was...
