Continentales

If you liked how we talked
If after the dance you told me
That everything was kind of strange
And here it was
How we sit
Where we didn't know if it seems to be going well
Walking in the continentals
Away from the street
That takes us
Straight to the police station

And you see
What is better singing?
That the pain passes
Everything has its reason
What else
If in the shadow of loving you
I can't explain it to you
What else
If it is almost without measure
I don't see an end to it

Walking in the continentals
Far from the street that leads us
Straight to the police station
And you see
What is better singing?
That the pain passes
Everything has its reason
What else
If in the shadow of loving you
I can't explain it to you
What else
If it is almost without measure
I don't see an end to it