El último txakurra

If you come back, we'll have dinner at the local joint
with buddies and good vibes
we'll share stories,
remembering old times
we'll play hide and seek
once again in the restrooms

Since you left
things have changed
your spot is now taken
by gym douchebags
I miss your belly and mustache
I was wasted and you were high

Because you were the last dog
I hated you and you hated me too
we used to throw Molotov cocktails at you
and now we miss you