La Falta

I prefer, I prefer, I prefer, I prefer, I prefer, I prefer
I prefer, I prefer, I prefer, I prefer, I prefer, I prefer
I prefer, I prefer, I prefer, I prefer
I prefer the lack, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, the lack, the leftover
I prefer the lack

If there's a man who wants me, let him know!
It was him who made me not touch anyone else
I didn't touch, they're all the same
All the women who want me, give me a hand
Woman, emotional mind, so sentimental

Without love, the meaning ends
Your street is the same as my pretty sidewalk
I forget what could have been and hasn't been
I bid, I want a trick, I envy the ease in this trick
To change love as if it were a romper
Drink, baby, Nenuco, put only one item on your record

I don't care, I just want your bite
I don't take it lightly, I take it seriously
I don't pee like someone playing with fire
If you taught me fire, fire!

And you know I love you so much that love drips
But idiot, I leave what I complain about so much
I walk away, uneven, our thing is complex, what a shame
The red of our love has aged, it has become old
It's not a hug anymore, it's just a reflex, how far we are!

Where did we leave that charm?
Why don't we sing that song?

I prefer
I prefer the lack, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, the lack, the leftover, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, the lack, the leftover, I prefer the lack

There was a story we never told
From so much coming and going, now we've lost each other
That's why I mourn, I bring the Puelo lake
Then I fly quietly and return
Without having gotten up

I'm Sara Hebe again
She knows how I move
And the combo is that I move
Then I dare without a lucky clover
Without stirring my threat
Without getting close to death
Without eliminating melodies
Without killing more noons
It gave me days of happiness

Maybe, maybe if you didn't think you wouldn't hate me
But hate is a weapon to arm and disarm
I think there aren't so many people to love

If I could, I would love you
My love, what else would I want
But what happened has already happened
Wanting the rain, I died of cold

And I resurrected wishing for the sun
I waste time if I wait for you
I despair if you leave but
I stay with Marina and Consuelo
I can step without ground
Love doesn't reach the salary
That's the bad thing, this is the good thing
If you like it, great, and if you don't, too bad

I prefer the lack, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, the lack, the leftover, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, the lack, the leftover, I prefer the lack

I put myself outside of classifications
Shots, dramatized love
Rhymes in fictions, truthful classes
Well, how does your life seem to you

We know that plants don't grow
The orchards shrink
And inflation grows in my Argentina
Nation, heart, heart, heart
There are no culprits, that's why I don't ask for forgiveness

I prefer the lack, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, the lack, the leftover, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, I prefer the lack
I prefer the lack, the lack, the leftover
I prefer, you, I prefer

Plastic bags on my nightstand made of styrofoam
I have the phone on in case you call
To tell me you love me

I prefer the lack, la la la lai
I prefer the lack, la la la lai
I prefer the lack, the lack, the leftover
I prefer the lack, la la la lai
The lack, la la la lai
The lack, la la la lai