LYRICS GAME

It's winter, the window

And your wasted little face

We enjoy the early hours

Bukowski, joints, and laughter

But I don't care

I don't regret

Having lost

Freedom

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

But I don't care

I don't regret

That I like

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

So that it hurts less

More every day

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

So that it hurts less

More every day

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

Is hurting me a lot

More every day

I wanna see you perfumed

With your little mouth painted

That fills me with joy

That my pain turns off

And the effects I never feel

Are the rebounds of the wind

That trap dreams

I wanna see you perfumed

With your little mouth painted

That fills me with joy

That my pain turns off

And the effects I never feel

Are the rebounds of the wind

That trap dreams

I wanna see you perfumed

With your little mouth painted

That fills me with joy

That my pain turns off

And the effects I never feel

Are the rebounds of the wind

That trap dreams

Bye!