Para Olvidarte
Sebastian Llosa
To Forget You
To forget you
I asked my friends not to let me call you
I deleted all the photos and texts that you sent me
I did everything they say to do
To forget you
and to forget you
I left the coat you gave me in Lima
I worked as a waiter in Madrid and I went out to get drunk
I did everything they say to do
To forget you there is no strategy or way out
May a Sunday afternoon not prevent
There is no manual that has been tailored for you
If I'm the first one who manages to forget you
I will be the one who writes it
To forget you
I promised I wouldn't ask about you anymore
That I was going to give time space
And so little by little learn to let go, and may the day come without imagining
That you ask me to come back, and get rid of that idea
To kiss you again
Everything down to the feet
Tell me that you are going to stay
and kiss you again
Everything down to the feet
that you ask me to come back
To forget you there is no strategy or way out
Let a Sunday afternoon not prevent
There is no manual that has been tailored for you
If I'm the first one who manages to forget you
I will be the one who writes it
