Fue
Soda Stereo
It Was
I've made it to the end
With tired arms
So many times I saw you
Pretending to forget
And that happened
I got drunk until I was empty
With your poisonous sweetness
You were mine
And boredom led us to disillusionment
And that happened
It was
It was
And it was
(And that happened)
Soft fabrics on the floor
A part of the euphoria
And the most slippery thing
Is believing we have no memory
And that happened
It was
And it was
And it was
And it was
And it was
It was
