Pizzigatos

It was a very Siamese cat, they called him Bullet
Urbanite, lazy, and polite. And a fancy collar
One day he felt like walking
He left his neighborhood and took a year to return

The cat had a formal girlfriend, a white angora
She asked for a hug and forgiveness. She was so angry
Son of a Pekingese mutt, tell me where you've been
You had me here at your feet

I was in London, Buenos Aires, Mexico
I bathed in the Seine, and yes, I come back with the conclusion
In all those skies, our full Moon shines the same
And you're still the best

Until you change, ours will be science fiction
Until you change, I won't let you through, not today
Stop looking at me, I don't know how you do it, for God's sake
But you move well, I'll admit

In wide avenues I searched for your feline shadow
I thought I saw you on every roadside or inside vans
Bullet said: Enough, stop scratching!
I'm still here at your feet

In London, Buenos Aires, Mexico
Every sorrow and affliction can be healed by dancing
Tango, a ranchera, or a Charleston, everything is forgotten by dancing
It's like being born again

Until you change, ours will be science fiction
Until you change, I won't let you through, not today
Stop looking at me, I don't know how you do it, for God's sake
But you move well, I'll admit

There in the middle of a roof
In a courtship until dawn, he turned her upside down
And a fishbone was the centipede's keyboard
She has fallen again

It doesn't matter if you don't change, we are destined, you and I
It doesn't matter if you don't change, we are doomed, you and I