Siempre Me Hablaste de Ella
Los Fabulosos Cadillacs
You Always Talked to Me About Her
The bar lights start to bother me,
and you say that her eyes are so full of life,
but, they don't see you, they don't see you...
You were about to cry, full glasses interrupt you,
maybe she will never know that friends
toast on an afternoon of loneliness.
You always talked to me about her...you always talked to me about her.
You always talked to me about her...you always talked to me about her...
Traces of memory, the dead leaves of that autumn
and the tears that hurt more.
People talking at other tables, not looking or smiling
you say you're tired of traveling, on the way back home you'll have to take care of yourself.
You always talked to me about her...you always talked to me about her.
You always talked to me about her...you always talked to me about her...
You always talked to me about her...you always talked to me about her.
You always talked to me about her...you always talked to me about her...
