Vals de Mi Hogar

There's my wrinkled shirt
On the chair
There are the cookies and the mate
On the table
And here's my body stretched out
Giving time to poetry
And here's my body stretched out
Giving time to poetry

In the room next door
The cats sleep
And also my mother
Because she takes care of them
And I sleep here in the middle
Of the books I haven't read
And I sleep here in the middle
Of the books I haven't read

No matter how many towns I move to
I think my home will be the same
Although sometimes I try to destroy it
Maybe because I have no one to share it with

I've planned trips on a table
I've planned loves on the bed
I need someone to love me soon
But at the same time as I do

So winter was left alone
Because spring stole the summer
Because spring stole the summer