I stuck your photo on the wardrobe
So that I feel that you're here
I settled in the month of January
Outside I think it's April
I don't give a damn about the news
Anyway they never talk about me
I made a country out of this hole
Since you're not here
This is the national anthem
And for a flag I've got your brown thong
I confess that I'm having a hard time
And I don't know how I can stay on my feet
And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
Discovering everything that we lacked
Blaming myself for everything
Melting the little air that I had left
And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
From my country that is this fifth floor
From your voluntary exile
Nostalgia is still the prime minister
Everything is intact in my country
Just like you left it
The flowers on the wallpaper
The copy of the Dalí you forgot
It's needless to say that 'I miss you'
And the rest of the corny stuff
Don't insist on what hurts
That's another phrase of yours
And even though I've paid the taxes
Of this bankruptcy that is living without you
I have no budget left
For another winter without you here
And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
Discovering everything that we lacked
Blaming myself for everything
Melting the little air that I had left
And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
From my country that is this fifth floor
From your voluntary exile
Nostalgia is still the prime minister
And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
Discovering everything that we lacked
Blaming myself for everything
Melting the little air that I had left
And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
From my country that is this fifth floor
From your voluntary exile
Nostalgia is still the prime minister