Mis Amigos

Whistle...

If you see me walking
Down the same road as you
If you see me crying
With my melancholy
Let me be with my mess

I don't have a reflection without mirrors
I don't have music without noise
I don't have arms without hugs
I don't have a life if I don't have my friends

My wine, my book, my land, my home...
My beach, my guitar, my bed, and my friends...

I don't have a reflection without mirrors
I don't have music without noise
I don't have arms without hugs
I don't have a life
If I don't have my friends.