Vamonos

Mid-morning in the city and a train that always leaves
Yesterday it rained bad luck charms
Today little lights came on that always go out
Luck disappears and appears like you

Every morning of my life I wonder what will become of your indecent little eyes
All the storms and the suns that don't rise, the smells and the flowers of September
A spell or witchcraft or revenge of life comes late and is hardly felt
I have memories of your devil's teeth kicking from morning to death

Every subtlety of yesterday is doubled and filled
Autumns fill the city with dizziness and nostalgia
I don't look for yesterdays in today, nor tomorrows in nevermore
Minutes disguise themselves as seconds

Nobody told me about you
The little devils painted and I
And our little angels of God
On the edge they danced, they danced, they danced with you

Millions of absences without voices are heard ancient laments of past lives
Yesterday I was thinking about the place in my memory where I keep your back facing the Alta Córdoba stream of the Cañada
I feel like I'm coming back and covering up my silences
I am not responsible for scares or old times

Nobody told me about you
We throw a combination
We ate wonders in the Sun
We broke the secret with you

Nobody told me about you
The little devils painted and I
And our little angels of God
On the edge they danced, danced, danced

Nobody told me about you
We throw a combination
We go and say halou
We ate wonders in the Sun

Nobody told me about you