La Manera Que Eligió Para Matarme

I thought I understood her pure way
And I thought about it for an eternity
While hiding her madness
She's going to smile at me and walk

She's going to roll a cigarette
With her rolling tobacco
Her yellow will be so sweet
Her caprice so dantesque
When we stop smoking

And this is the way she chose to kill me

She chooses simple her way
To always be remembered
She disguised herself as spring
To not stain with blood
I dreamed of her in the alley

When her eyes justify
Every artificial miracle
Lies and Vampire Weekend
With details from some time
That I don't want to remember

I think of you, I think of me
I think of you, I think of me
I think of you, I think of me
I think of you, I think of me

I think of you, I think of me
I think of you, I think of me
I think of you, I think of me
I think of you, I think of me

And that's the way she chose to kill me
(I think of you, I think of me)
And that's the way she chose to kill me
(I think of you, I think of me)
And that's the way she chose to kill me
(I think of you, I think of me)
And that's the way she chose to kill me