Me Llamas

You call me, to tell me that you are leaving
That you can't take it anymore
that you are already fed up
To see him every day
To share your bed
On football Sundays, stuck at home

You tell me that love, just as it comes, it passes
And yours left, through the window
And he found a place, in another bed

And you have painted your carmine smile
And you have hung the bag that he gave you
And that dress that you never wore
You release it today
And you go out into the street, looking for love

You call me to tell me that he is cheating on you
That there is nothing left of your love
That they looked for another nest
who left your house
That you lack caresses in the mornings

You tell me that love, just as it comes, it passes
And yours left, through the window
And he found a place, in another bed

And you have painted your carmine smile
And you have hung the bag that he gave you
And that dress that you never wore
You release it today
And you go out into the street, looking for love