Pétalo de Sal (part. Chabuco)

Furious salt petal, 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 it's not so tragic, my love, 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 the wall
And you could give me faith

Furious salt petal, 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 it's not so tragic, my love, 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 the 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