Que Va A Ser De Mi

What will become of me
I will lie again
I will fill my bed with ghosts of the dead
I will count the days, the streets that separate us
On Sunday afternoons, I will wait for your call
I will curse the couples who, embraced
Dream of empty hotel rooms
And I will calmly hate your laughter, all my words
Our farewell

What will become of me
I will say outrageous things
to the beautiful women who pass by my street
Without your invitation, I will sneak into your parties
When your memory comes, I will laugh violently

I will go to the agreed places to look for you
Even if you don't come, even if you have forgotten me
I will write you the verses I never wrote you
I will be punctual as you always wanted

What will become of me
I will embark on a long journey
So that the echo of your nights never reaches me
What will become of me
I doubt that in any bar
They can serve me all the alcohol I need to forget

I will go to the agreed places to look for you
Even if you don't come, even if you have forgotten me
I will write you the letters I never wrote you
I will be punctual as you always wanted