Viajero Frecuente
Ricardo Montaner
Frequent Traveler
The frequent traveler stayed
Lonely at the station
When the train didn't arrive
It was a Wednesday in April
I don't know if it was April
I just know that never again
He was the same
The smile he had, that he lacks, that he lost
That he never recovered next to his heart
And he went to live empty, hurried on a thread
Like his worn-out heels, like his skin and his coat
The music was too much for him, like the nights of love
He never spoke in plural again
He never said 'us' again
He fought with humor
He got lost in the city
And no one else found him, he was never seen again
He was heard screaming
Life, here I am
I lost my breath and my voice
Tell me how much time
I left you the hours
And I left you the days and I left you the months
He was heard screaming
Life, here I am
I lost my breath and my voice
Tell me how much time not just the time
I stayed wanting to be happy
Because the frequent traveler was no one else
It was me
I returned as a frequent traveler
One afternoon to the station
When the train returned
And it was a rainy month of March
I don't know if it was April
I found her sitting there, I looked at her in profile
The tear she had between her eyelid and her mouth
Wiped away her smile and she thought of nothing else
Than kissing her on the platform
And hugging her again and telling her that I suffered
When I couldn't find her, when I shouted to her
Life, here I am
I lost my breath and my voice
Tell me how much time
I left you the hours
And I left you the days and I left you the months
He was heard screaming
Life, here I am
I lost my breath and my voice
Tell me how much time not just the time
I stayed wanting to be happy
Because the frequent traveler was no one else
It was me
Tell me how much time not just the time
I stayed wanting to be happy
Because the frequent traveler was no one else
It was me
