Flaca
Andrés Calamaro
Girl
Girl
Don't stab me
With your daggers
In my back
So deep
They don't hurt me
They don't harm me
Far away
In the center
Of the Earth
The roots
Of love
Where they were
They will remain
Between the forget me not
I left our forgotten Aprils
At the bottom of the closet
In the guest room
Those were golden times
A better past
Although I was almost make a mistake
And tell you little by little
Don't lie to me
Don't tell me the truth
Don't stay silent
Don't raise your voice
Don't ask me for forgiveness
Although I almost confess to you
That I have also been a loyal dog
An ideal dog that learned to bark
And to return home
To be able to eat
Girl
Don't stab me
With your daggers
In my back
So deep
They don't hurt me
They don't harm me
Far away
In the center
Of the Earth
The roots
Of love
Where they were
They will remain
