It's winter, the window
And your wasted little face
Bukowski, joints, and laughter
If what comes after scares you
I'd better sing you what you like
And if we go back to the past
I ask to borrow your heart
The night begins and won't be able to stop
Because it's been a while that she doesn't want to cry
Cocaine dries the tears
And it's the fuel of my city
I used to sing you Lunita de Tucumán
The night begins and won't be able to stop
Because it's been a while that she doesn't want to cry
Cocaine dries the tears
And it's the hurricane's fuel
I used to sing you Lunita de Tucumán
If this madness made us understand
That joy didn't know how to console
Let your eyes cry, heart
Because your sadness is the sun of my city
And this violence, a gift from my dad
I wanna see you perfumed
With your little mouth painted
And the effects I never feel
Are the rebounds of the wind
I wanna see you perfumed
With your little mouth painted
And the effects I never feel
Are the rebounds of the wind
I wanna see you perfumed
With your little mouth painted
And the effects I never feel
Are the rebounds of the wind