Buena Amiga

Good friend, you haven't changed a bit
You still have that look
That makes me sigh

And with that smile on your lips
That makes me want you again
I have to admit it

Our past has things
That I wish I could relive
But we have to see that today the roses
Have thorns that will make you suffer

Oh, no
Good friend, better goodbye
Oh, oh, no, oh, oh, oh
Good friend, better goodbye

Good friend, why the sadness?
You were tough from head to toe
Tell me, what happened?

Maybe it was the tears that, in torrents
I cried when we were lovers
And softened your heart

Our past has things
That I wish I could relive
But we have to see that today the roses
Have thorns that will make you suffer

Oh, no
Good friend, better goodbye
Oh, oh, no, oh, oh, oh
Good friend, better goodbye

Our past has things
That I wish I could relive
But we have to see that today the roses
Have thorns that will make you suffer

Oh, no
Good friend, better goodbye
Oh, oh, no, oh, oh, oh
Good friend, better goodbye