Borracho En París
Indios
Drunk In Paris
I entered the bar drunk
Kicking the door as you were leaving
I was alone, I know it
A skinny girl looks at me
Docilely, I look at her
Morning is about to come
It's cold here in Paris
The sky is already gray
Since when are we such good friends?
I don't know
And let's keep the secret
No one will understand
I was coming from traveling
Walking without a fixed destination
And everything I say today
Are excuses to forget you, eh eh uh-uh
Since when are we such good friends?
I don't know
And let's keep the secret
No one will understand
Since when are we such good friends?
I don't know
And I carry like marks
Each one of your kisses on my skin