Ceniceros

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I've been making so many ashtrays waiting for you
I've made so many breakfasts when you're not around
It's not the mailman's fault
My love
It's those letters that make us cry
A sunrise in Bariloche
A sunset in Singapore
Just to be in the passenger seat of your car
Tonight
I'd give all the gold in Peru
And if the moon
Smokes and disappears
If reason loses its reason
It means that nothing will be the same
That I can't be impartial
Between what makes me feel good or bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I'm going to declare my innocence
In all matters of love
I want to declare my competence
Florence
To handle the situation
And if the moon
Smokes and disappears
If reason loses its reason
It means that nothing will be the same
That I can't be impartial
Between what makes me feel good or bad
If it weren't for the fire
Your betrayal or my resentment
I could control my heart
It means that nothing will be the same
That I can't be impartial
Between what makes me feel good or bad
Between what makes me feel good or bad
Between what makes me feel good or bad.