Mercado

The last time I saw you, in the fruit section of the market
I walked quietly listening and my eyes pointed down
I who always walk with my headphones

In silence, in peace
Aisles of light
Where were they
Winds that take me anywhere

The last time I cried, I don't know if it was out of happiness
In the memory of where I've been
In any song, any
I don't want to see your name anymore

Where were they
Who cares
Good luck
Winds that take me anywhere
Winds that take me there

Dreams, I woke up and saw you pouring out
With such speed
It's better to leave, better to leave
Dreams, I asked you to stay, to stay
It was so fast, it was
It was better to leave, better to leave, better to leave