Pétalo de Sal

Furious petal of salt
The same street, the same bar
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one is waiting
She turns crimson
I don't know if it's Buenos Aires or Madrid
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one is waiting
And my love isn't so tragic
It's this dream, it's this sun
That yesterday seemed so strange
Or at least your lips

I understand you well
It's like talking to a wall
And you could give me faith

Furious petal of salt
The same street, the same bar
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one is waiting
She turns crimson
I don't know if it's Buenos Aires or Madrid
Nothing matters to you in the city if no one is waiting
And my love isn't so tragic
It's this dream, it's this sun
That yesterday seemed so strange
Or at least your lips

I understand you well
It's like talking to a wall
And I imagine you walking around the neighborhood

There's something about these years that make me feel this way
And tell you that I miss you
And I'm going to see you happy