Miss Camiseta Mojada

I see your cold boots
Next to your freshly folded clothes
The night when tin soldiers parade

Don't say goodbye
Don't melt away
Miss wet t-shirt

I see your sad eyes
With a freshly washed face
They hurt the tiger skin
Of your worn-out boots

Let them shine
As they slide
On the wet grass

They tremble, as if it were the first time
As if you were going to leave afterwards
And you didn't want to
Reign in nameless cities
In deserted stations
Keeping the pain in suspense

They tremble, as if it were the first time
As if you were going to leave afterwards
And you didn't want to

I see your sad boots
And wallpaper
The night you left
I ran out
Don't make it complicated
When you land
It's a muddy terrain

They tremble, as if it were the first time
As if you were going to leave afterwards
And you didn't want to
Reign in nameless cities
In deserted stations
Keeping the pain in suspense