Yo Pienso En Aquella Tarde
Pereza
I Think About That Afternoon
I, who am an animal,
Who understands nothing,
For whom everything goes wrong.
I had you in my bed for 100 days,
I didn't know how to make the most of you.
I walk lost thinking that you are alone
And I could have been your shelter
I hang by a thread, gathering the remains
That are still left of your affection.
I, who want to ease the pain
By writing you a song
Telling you the truth.
I serve my sentence for that bad day
Of letting you go.
I think about that afternoon
When I regretted everything.
I would give, I would give everything
To be with you and not feel lonely.
To you, who felt so bad
That I got attached so easily
And spent my days getting drunk
When you didn't have to work.
It was a Sunday, it came after
Three days of conquering the world.
Everything ends, you said looking at me
That we were no longer together.
