Lunita De Tucuman

It's winter, the window
And your tired face
We enjoy early mornings
Bukowsky and Chinese and laughter
But I don't care
I don't regret
Having lost
Freedom

If what comes next scares you
I'd rather sing what you like
And if we go back to the past
I ask for your borrowed heart
But I don't care
I don't regret
That I like (the night)

The night begins and won't be able to stop
Because it's been a long time since it didn't want to cry
Cocaine dries the tears
And it's the fuel of my city
I used to sing Little Moon of Tucumán to you
So it hurts less
Every day more

The night begins and won't be able to stop
Because it's been a long time since it didn't want to cry
Cocaine dries the tears
And it's the fuel of the hurricane
I used to sing Little Moon of Tucumán to you
So it hurts less
Every day more

If this madness made us understand
That joy couldn't console
Let your eyes cry, heart
Your sadness is the sun of my city
And this violence, gift from my dad
It's hurting me a lot
Every day more

I want to see you all perfumed
With your painted little mouth
To fill me with joy
To extinguish my pain
And the effects I never feel
Are the wind's rebounds
That trap dreams

Goodbye