Celos

Jealousy
could love have been different
nets
deadly trap in my path
and in a cafe, a city cafe
you told me your destiny again

Jealousy
jealousy on Argentine soil
fever
and my illusion that fell apart
while you mock me in your song
can't break free from the spell

Clouds
clouds of salt and weariness
doubts
I pay to see what I've lost
capital city trapped you, intoxicated you
in the sad ritual of forgetting.

Mmm
could love have been different
mmm
crude Discepolian ending
and in a cafe, a real cafe
the last piano chord fell.