Ciudad sin guerra

I just want us to toast tonight
and remember without fear our resentments,
and that in the end this city is not a war
of foolish lovers and understand that this is over.
and if sadness tickles the soul
and if the eyes are already drowning in beer
and nostalgia dangerously looms
let this kiss be the occasion to escape
we were just stupid outcasts and outcasts
singing verses to the silly moon
when the moon was stale with alcohol
we were just sadly crazy
singing verses in the square
when the moon was getting drunk with love