¿Quién Sabe?
Las Pastillas del Abuelo
Who Knows?
We knew not to say anything to each other
Maintaining in appearance
A consolidated friendship
We knew not to demand too much
'Hey, what are you doing? Give me a smoke
You've been neglecting me'
You with your backpack on your back
Me with the perfect excuse
To chat about nonsense
A nod from San Telmo
A bit of smoke in between
And the looks went crazy
Fate wanted it to be cold that night
And the noise of the cars made me talk to you
In your ear
And if the devil is content with you doubting for a moment
You and I, our miseries and this night ahead
Love
Who knows?
A lost threshold
And that half-empty bar
As the only witness
We toast to forgetting
And the spirit of wine
Became our friend
With a heavy heart
Nothing better than your tongue
Warming my throat
And conga, conga, conga, conga
Let the tango continue, love
Let the waiter bring another round and let God pay
Fate wanted it to no longer be cold
And without cars and noise
I keep talking to you in your ear
And the devil who is content with you doubting for a moment
You and I, our miseries and this night ahead
Love
Who knows, love?
Who knows?
