Tan Solo
Los Piojos
Just Alone
It may not be the wine
It may not be the dessert
It may not be, it may not be anything at all
But there's so much beauty
Laid out on the table
Naked, all spilled
You hurry to finish your drink
You keep losing your step
And there's nothing left on the table
Drunken is the door
You closed it but it remained open
And I can hear your call
Oh! So alone
Oh! So alone
Your mouth already served
So sweet your mouth is
As sweet as bitter blues
A glass rolls to the floor
Slowly falls to the floor
Slowly and dies in a thousand pieces
I don't want to let them be seen
Your eyes to be seen
So, so, so, so sad
It must have been fate
Or that glass of wine
That you said
Oh! So alone
Oh! So alone
He jumps the rope
Gets tangled
And falls face-first
He jumps the rope
Gets tangled
And falls face-first
He jumps the rope
Gets tangled
And falls face-first
He jumps the rope
Gets tangled
And falls face-first
Oh! So alone
Oh! So alone
Oh! So alone
Oh! So alone
