Blues A Dos Mujeres
La Rue Morgue
Blues With Two Women
Tori I discovered you unintentionally
Your gaze slides over my piano
Your red hair dawns
Your lips of subtle woman
Maga I discovered you unintentionally
Between hopscotch and rain
And Parisians dampened listening to jazz
Paris is not so far away
They are women who leave something in the air
Something that intoxicates
They are women who leave marks where they pass
Marks that make us live
Girls let's hallucinate without brakes
Nor pain as if it were so normal
So everyday the desire to be equal
Cortázar doesn't suspect
Come on, our magic will be
That of flying in infinite melodies
That were born some time ago
It's not so serious
They are women who leave something in the air
Something that intoxicates
They are women who leave marks where they pass
Marks that make us live
I carry you in my walkman
I catch you in my book
I carry them forever
I carry you in my walkman
I catch you in my book
I don't think I can forget them
Tori I discovered you unintentionally
Your gaze slides over my piano
Your red hair dawns
Your lips of subtle woman
They are women who leave something in the air
Something that intoxicates
They are women who leave marks where they pass
Marks that make us live
I carry you in my walkman
I catch you in my book
I carry them forever
I carry you in my walkman
I catch you in my book
I don't think I can forget them
