Por Qué Diablo Hemos Cambiado

There was a mirror stained with time yellows
And some loud curtains of the cheapest cretonne
A naked light bulb, on a peeling ceiling
And a rickety cot that squeaked pitifully
Slowly hurried, as our joy was
And on a wobbly table, some piled up books
That were forgotten, well into the term
And in a prominent place, from that portrait portal
There you were all the time, with your bangs on your forehead
Smiling discreetly, as if saying present yes
As if saying present

How old were we then why the hell have we changed
Time passed outside and if it rained it was windy
We didn't care much because we lived the moment
Of that secret moment to love and be loved
And on the lonely wall, a delayed calendar
With a late May, when November was already running
And floating on a cloud, with winged cherubs
There was a sad little saint, looking at us
Or frankly angry when we made love yes when we made love

How old were we then why the hell have we changed
Time passed outside and if it rained it was windy
We didn't care much because we lived the moment
Of that secret moment to love and be loved
How old were we then why and how have we changed
Time passed outside and if it rained it was windy
We didn't care much because we lived the moment
Of that secret moment to love and be loved