Quién Puso Más

Between the wreckage and memory
Like a shadow, it rises in their lives
A third party that is not named, but that gets in the way
And put ice in this story

They both thought it was a game actually
After almost thirty winters the end

Who put more, they both blame each other
Who put more, let the balance tip
Who put more warmth, tenderness, understanding
Who put more, who put more love

Keep putting two cutlery on the table
and two beers
There is no night that is not a sleepover
And memories are a big puzzle
Two men alone and people around
It's thirty autumns against the accusing finger

Whoever put in more, they both blame each other
Who put more, let the balance tip
Who put more warmth, tenderness, understanding
Who put more, who put more love