Remiendo Al Corazón
Ricardo Arjona
Patch to the Heart
He divided the dishes and even the chess
Photos and shoes without a judge present
Changed the lock, blocked him on Facebook
Everything to the trash with its twenty-six
There was no more space for two
What ends well says goodbye
He bit the silence and turned off the light
Lit an incense and carried the cross
Like a swallow, he already said goodbye
He removed the thorn but didn't forget
What is yours is under your skin
Everything else is a hotel
She screamed when she was quietest
Cried when no one listened
She reached the bottom and knows it's better
Not to depend on anything, to patch up a good heart
Winter will come with its storm
It will defeat hell with its freedom
Will tame the demon of loneliness
Will outsmart insomnia with darkness
Will overcome guilt on the couch
And all that is good will return
