Crimenes perfectos

Have you ever felt what it's like to have
a broken heart?

Have you felt unresolved matters return
until they drive you crazy?

If it turns out you have, you'll understand
what's happening to me tonight.
She's not coming back and the sorrow starts to grow,
inside. The coin fell on the side of loneliness.

Everything that ends, ends badly,
little by little.
And if it doesn't end, it gets more contaminated,
and that gets covered in dust.

It seems I belong to the generation that saw
the seventy-eight World Cup.
I grew up seeing around me
paranoia and pain.
The coin fell on the side of loneliness, again, again.

Don't hurt me with your perfect crimes,
while the indifferent people realize.
Occasionally only the worst way comes out.

If it turns out you have, you'll understand
what's happening to me tonight.
She's not coming back and the sorrow starts to grow,
inside. The coin fell on the side of loneliness. and the pain;
The coin fell on the side of loneliness;
The coin fell on the side of loneliness, again;
The coin fell on the side of loneliness;
The coin fell on the side of loneliness.