Mónica

Look, Monica, I'm fed up
With your damn indecision
I live on the edge of a heart attack
Tuesday yes, Wednesday no
Thursday who knows
For you I burned my ships and more
I sold my soul to Satan
In exchange for the key to your intimacy

Look, Monica, keep in mind
If the occasion arises
That on the border of thirty
Love burns less
But still warms

At night, never close your balcony
A thief might get encouraged
To steal a piece of your heart

Don't tell me maybe, perhaps, maybe, tomorrow
That from waiting for you so long, I'll get gray hairs
Don't leave me dying of thirst, don't be inhumane

Stop it, Monica, with that story
Of my lie and your truth
Don't tell me your memories
I'm not going to buy them
Enough of drinks
And words turned upside down
Can't you see that dawn is breaking?
Come on, take off your clothes once and for all

Don't tell me maybe, perhaps, maybe, tomorrow
That from waiting for you so long, I'll get gray hairs
Don't leave me dying of thirst, don't be inhumane