Sopa Fría

My red star vanished
playing chess
she changed me for a hip-hop singer
between vodka and clamoxyl
I woke up in my bed today
leap year and with just the clothes on my back.

You went to Moscow
you left me without a menu
blowing on the cold soup
like an Eskimo
who has had a bad reaction
to the cold soup.

My sense and my common sense,
which used to get along well,
said to each other 'see you later, never again'
I took the opportunity to escape
amidst so much stupidity
and they gave me carnivals without going back home.

You went to Moscow...

And now I drink the sea,
and in this puddle I can't stand
and I toast with caviar
to make you come back once and for all.

You went to Moscow...