Amor En Épocas Del Mundial

How long do I have to wait to tell you those sad things?
If the hours have to fly, better resist, this is not a joke
A thousand desires paint with anxiety
The mornings watching the World Cup

And the World Cup didn't serve
To forget your kisses with photos
And the World Cup remained
Like the party of my sinister times
Lose the game now, please

The way you write about our times, beautiful moments
Unleashed the avalanche of my feelings, they hurt with time
The only thing that cheers me up here
Is knowing that it will always come back

To the city of Europe
That they will find us out of our place
Remembering is not enough
To forget your cotton breasts
Lose the game now, please

And the World Cup didn't serve
To forget your kisses, my love
And the World Cup remained
Like the party of my sinister times
Lose the game now
Lose the game now
Lose the game now, please