Días Impares (part. Melissa Robles)

I want you to know the truth about odd days

[Melissa Robles]
They should look alike, but they're never quite the same

[Carlos Sadness]
I don't understand anything
If you love me more on Monday than on Tuesday

[Melissa Robles]
Take me to Atapalpa, through the route of the inexplicable
Your Croatian dialectic
I'm so gray, you're so chromatic
Maybe the signal hasn't reached me well
I'll have to trust the satellites

Those that orbit around you
Creating personal interferences

[Melissa Robles]
I want you to know the truth about odd days

[Carlos Sadness]
Your little doubts could become giants
Luckily you exist and I don't have to imagine you
How am I going to find you if you never give me
If you never give me your coordinates? Tell me
How am I going to find you if you never give me
If you never give me your coordinates? Tell me
How am I going to find you if you never give me
If you never give me your coordinates? Tell me
How am I going to find you if you never give me
If you never give me your coordinates? Tell me

How am I going to find you?