Paisajes de Agosto
Pastora
August Landscapes
Hey, listen, I’m sprawled out, lying on the couch,
Changing the channel, ugh! I don’t like anything.
Oh, some August nights are so slow.
Today I’m hit with nostalgia and suddenly I remember a bar,
From a boring night when I decided to go out for a stroll.
What a thrill it was to meet you after three,
So naturally, we went from chatting to complete silence.
And our fingers brushed,
Our elbows touched,
Our chests tingled,
Come on, everything got tangled up.
Festival, festival, festival
Now lying here invites me to sin.
Today I’m hit with nostalgia, and suddenly I think of you,
From a distant summer with lots of desire and little to say.
What a joy to remember you after three,
So naturally, I’ve gone from feeling overwhelmed
And I’ve started to dream.
And I smile while I invent landscapes
Of August nights.
(I sin, you sin, they sin, we all sin, they sin, they sin.)
