Mil Historias
Los Enanitos Verdes
A Thousand Stories
How strange it is to walk again
The street of those who are alone
I know you're also out there
Looking with a certain anxiety
"romances on sale"
Everyone has stories to tell
When you see them in the shop windows:
"young, two kids, three years of therapy
Wants to meet the young scissor hands"
Everything is like this here, those who weren't deceived
Were left without love
A thousand stories that intersect
On the street of loneliness
How can I forget you if in this place
Everything reminds me of you
But I also remember the pain
And how the passion faded
Without us realizing
Everything is like this here, those who weren't deceived
Were left without love
A thousand stories that intersect
On the street of loneliness
And every now and then some leave
Smiling hand in hand with luck
They cross their fingers to never return here
And on their faces, love
Makes them look like teenagers
Everything is like this here, those who weren't deceived
Were left without love
A thousand stories that intersect
On the street of loneliness
A thousand stories that intersect
On the street of loneliness
Street of loneliness.
