Ilusa Ilusión

I don't have your cigarette for breakfast anymore
And I learned to miss it, I swear.
I don't have your cheek and its desire
To feel its icy soul against my nose.

I don't have that whisper that used to spark
The little fire of an embarrassed voice.
I don't have the thrill of the morning
Begging you to get out of bed.

I don't have your sunshine in my room anymore.
An illusory illusion has taken hold
Of a sudden forgetfulness outsmarting a slow time.
Callejeros is gonna play; San Lorenzo is gonna play
And that’s only gonna help keep your memory alive.

Those lying movies don’t exist anymore
That used to give space to our things.
René, silent, unchanging
Rejects me like an unwanted guy.

If I don’t have those little eyes that flaunted
Eternal skies for that fading soul
Or that kiss that, small, filled me up
What am I gonna do with this finished fable?

I don't have your sunshine in my room anymore.
An illusory illusion has taken hold
Of a sudden forgetfulness outsmarting a slow time.
Callejeros is gonna play; your blue and maroon is gonna play.
And that’s only gonna help keep your memory alive.

All I have from that train to paradise
Is an impenetrable car without its doors.
And a waterproof sheet of hail
From a bed that used to be a furnace.
I don’t have that therapeutic laugh anymore
And this dark horror gives no break.
I’m left with a warring existence
From a peace that made my life lovely.

Illusory illusion of a heart that, unfortunately,
Only gives me the choice, for you or its euthanasia.