Costumbres Argentinas

If there was a time that was beautiful
and it's been a long time since it passed
why do I keep shipwrecked in this love story
if everything passes and everything remains, and what we had didn't pass
why am I still here standing, waiting for you
We are creatures of Argentinian customs
and it's a wound that doesn't stop bleeding

I love you for being part of my life,
I love you with my soul and my voice,
I love you for the thorns to hurt me,
I carry you deep inside, inside my heart

And even if nobody understands me, I don't tire of shouting
that what we have is already a custom and I can't forget you
We are creatures of Argentinian customs
and it's a wound that doesn't stop bleeding

I love you for being part of my life,
I love you with my soul and my voice,
I love you for the thorns to hurt me,
I carry you deep inside, inside my heart

And when you're near and when I go far, I carry you inside my heart

We are creatures of Argentinian customs
and it's a wound that doesn't stop bleeding

I love you for being part of my life,
I love you with my soul and my voice,
I love you for the thorns to hurt me,
I carry you deep inside, inside my heart