Pa´l Cambalache

It's been two months
since you left me,
and there’s the room
just like you left it.
Dust of forgetfulness
falls down steady,
since you’ve been gone
I haven’t gone back in.

The guitar that used to
calm my sleepless nights,
express my complaints,
and ease my jealousy;
the old couch,
the coat rack, the closet,
since that moment
they're all alone.

And though my memory
fills its silence,
it's not worth it
to start again.
So I won’t even try
to bring you back,
I’d rather sing
my sorrow in silence.
To avoid tempting myself
and making you come back,
after two months
I’m gonna react.
And those old junk
that I kept in the room,
today to the junkyard
I’m gonna send.

I count the hours
since you left,
and though I don’t cry for you
I feel a bit sad.
I’m frustrated and angry
mourning your forgetfulness,
because I know you’ve gone
and won’t come back again.

What do you want me to do
if I just can’t find myself
single in the room
with all this junk?

I held on for two months
breaking my heart,
but for the grand finale
your clothes are going.