La Chica Del Club De Golf

I recognized you,
at the golf club.
I see apples ripening and you...
smile... bubbles,
I carry bubbles...
but in my veins.

My family fell apart,
we were kicked out of the club.
I didn't pay the fees,
and you left me.

I jumped the fence,
I like your complaints.
The tide rises.

Here lies the tomb... of our love,
the changing rooms... at the golf club.

Here lie the remains... of our love,
a wet towel... and a bottle of rum.

Here lies the tomb... of our love,
the changing rooms... at the golf club.

Here lie the remains... of our love,
a wet towel... and a bottle of rum.

You were in Italy,
you wrote to me once.

I tried to reply,
and never did.

You smile... bubbles,
I carry bubbles...
but in my veins.

It's your birthday,
it comforts me to know,
that the flowers I sent
must have arrived wilted.

You don't laugh... you don't cry,
you only speak... alone.
What strange flowers!