Por Argentinito

Fall arrived and the cold with it,
I went to have a coffee and saw you,
With my eyes I quickly bought and suffered,
But I still dream of seeing those blue jeans.

Oouoh blue jeans those blue jeans
that those blue jeans made of me, of me.

When I met you the idyll went away
and the summer with it made this not clear up,
we lost the fervor and with it my kisses broke with my heart,

Oouoh blue jeans those blue jeans
that those blue jeans made of me.