Veneno paciente

I'm tired of having people around
if I don't have a drink, bad mood comes
Kind lies, patient poison
and nothing of what we knew to desire.

Since when are you so sensitive
High heels and Chablis were your confession
and soon you started to be a memory
and nothing of what I like to miss.

Problems always know where you are
with your old tricks you kiss like a fox
Dressed in linen, beautiful linen
And nothing of what you knew how to show.

As far as I know, I don't drink anymore.