Noviembre

I will look for you among the grass on the roads
I will wake up like that time we loved each other

And you will cross out November
Weeks before leaving
You will leave
In the middle of the night

I will look for you among the echoes of what we said
I will fight excitedly against the windmills

To talk face to face again
Without gritting our teeth today
It's not so easy

In the middle of the night
We will end up again
In the middle of the night
We are not used to telling each other
All the truth

And you will cross out November
Weeks before leaving
You will shine
In the middle of the night

And we will listen to the fire
In the middle of the night
We are not used to telling each other
All the truth

I will look for you among the grass on the roads