Separata
Serú Girán
Separate
Something strange was happening to me at the hotel
I was alone
As alone as a man sometimes must be
I knew that home, my home
Was far, far, far away from everything
And it was almost time to go up again to play
And maybe
I didn't feel like seeing them
Being with you
And I was
Alone in my room
Reading about a bird
That flies and never dies
