Tipico domingo
Los Enanitos Verdes
Typical Sunday
It felt like a typical Sunday.
Outside it was raining, it was cold
You had to leave that afternoon
It was an inevitable move.
I pretended it seemed to me
The most natural thing in the world
But I was feeling really, really down
But I didn’t want to make you sadder.
And on the street, just one taxi
With the radio blaring
I was listening to a game
Where the visitors were winning three to two.
I held you tight.
I told you my stories
From when I was ten years old
And thought living was so much easier.
We left early for the airport
And I came back heartbroken and it was still raining.
I had to stay in Mexico
For almost two months without seeing you.
And on the street, just one taxi
With the radio blaring
I was listening to a game
Where the visitors were winning three to two.
I held you tight.
I told you my stories
From when I was ten years old
And thought living was so much easier.
