Cuando te hablen de mi
La Habitación Roja
When They Talk About Me
When they talk about me
you'll say it wasn't a big deal,
that now it's much better,
that you've forgotten me a long time ago.
You know very well it's not true,
I know you're still reading my letters,
no one has written to you again,
your mailbox only gets Chinese restaurants
and some bills.
I still remember you,
even if I don't want to admit it,
the days I spent
locked up with you in your room.
I taught you how to cook
and you taught me to be someone important,
we used to look for
a destination for our trips
in your parents' old atlas.
The borders have changed so much,
my things no longer belong to you,
and all these old books
no longer remember how we met.
When they talk about me you'll say
it wasn't a big deal,
that now it's much better,
that you've forgotten me a long time ago,
You know very well it's not true,
I know you're still reading my letters,
no one has written to you again,
your mailbox only gets junk mail.
