Resumiendo

Summing up, I have a drawer from the Pandora brand
Thirty-seven songs, that is to say, one and a half per hour
Not counting the sonnets, the verses, the letters
The inkwells drunk with ink that I milk daily

It was our turn to grow up and we did, boy did we grow up
Each time with more doubts, older, wiser, more cousins
But everything ends, it's time to say goodbye
The Moon has summoned me on the corner of Corrientes and Callao

Summing up
You know where I am
Summing up
If you call me, I'll come
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Don't make me talk

Summing up, this is not a floral arrangement for your saint
Just shadows that carpet my song on sleepless nights
Above our heads, slanders and bribes were whistling
Hand in hand, we dodged them at the door

For centuries, I've wanted to send you smoke doves
Before winter consumes the guilt I assume
Please accept from me a friendly hug
When the war breaks out, I'll be in the trench with you

Summing up
Without a vote and without a voice
Summing up
The rice is cooking
Summing up
Two bis and amen

Summing up, I have a drawer from the Pandora brand

Summing up
That I have you read
Summing up
And it was six o'clock
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Without exaggerating

One night we saw you with Tola coming down the stairs
I broke a glass and Javier destroyed the bonfire

Summing up
The stage screams at me to come
Summing up
I ask for a push, you don't realize
Summing up
I vomit with the television
Summing up
I need a good fuck, a good rock and roll
Summing up
We'll see each other when the sun sets