Cuando Pienso En Los Viejos Amigos
Loquillo Y Los Trogloditas
When I Think of Old Friends
When I think of old friends
who have left my life, making deals,
with terrible women who feed their fear
and cover them with children
to keep them close, controlled, and defenseless.
When I think of old friends,
the old friends.
When I think of old friends,
the old friends.
When I think of old friends,
who went to the land of death,
without a return ticket
just because they sought
pleasure in bodies
and forgetfulness in drugs
that ease the sadness.
When I think of old friends,
the old friends.
When I think of old friends,
the old friends.
When I think of old friends
who in the depths of the sea of memory
once offered me
the strange sensation of not
feeling alone and the complicity
of a genuine smile.
When I think of old friends,
the old friends.
When I think of old friends,
the old friends.
When I think of old friends,
the old friends.
