You know I dreamed of your hands over my head?
You were putting out a big fire like a Canadair does over the forest
You who have dad's eyes but see the world like mom
Can you tell me how you manage to beat boredom without losing your calm?
My troubled soul, what a pity you make me
And you got angry if I climbed on the couch with shoes
Who knows where you've walked, watch out I might get sick
We are like hikikomori who love each other from a distance
And search for each other at night among the cracks in the room
I try to bribe karma by going to bed early
I smile at the cashiers who then inevitably give me less change
You who thank the waiter a thousand times for the bread
Teach me to smile at life even when I'm alone like a dog
My troubled soul, what a pity you make me
And you got angry if I climbed on the couch with shoes
Who knows where you've walked, watch out I might get sick
We are like hikikomori who love each other from a distance
And search for each other at night among the cracks in the room
And I dance with your absence
To a Pink Floyd song
And maybe I sin of arrogance
But I hope Barbero will talk about us
The military truck in the center that passes on our street
The one of the first date and the last argument
And you got angry if I climbed on the couch with shoes
Who knows where you've walked, watch out I might get sick
We are like hikikomori who love each other from a distance
And search for each other at night among the cracks in the room
Who love each other from a distance