Cuba, Germany, Mexico, Puerto Rico
Intense photos of things I won't tell you
Lost photos of tears I've shed
Bandages stained with healed-over blood
This time I block, block, block everything
I seal every memory in concrete
I block it and a tear stumbles
Inside an aborted answer
Look at him a bit better, your son
A heartless piece of sh*t yet rich
But maybe better that than a ruined son
Honest even if they've stripped him of everything
The last taste I have of consolation
You hugging me after history homework
But I didn't get it, didn't get it, couldn't breathe
Lovesick, way too rare
I wasn't even half your age
I looked for myself in the tiny pieces left
Of much too little, of emptiness, of happiness
Stained by the memory the next day
In South America, then Madrid or Argentina
Lost in the soul that was fading
'If I fall in love, it'll be with you
If I fall in love, it'll be with you
And tonight I go out, go out and hate it
But I always use the same excuse
I block every memory, yet I don't remember
What the warmth of your hug feels like
Not to mention the buzz, the halfway
F*cking caress, I don't remember
I've erased you watching in silence
The blows I took and that's where I lost you
And the last memory of a 'I love you so much'
Tastes like rough paper, like a diary page
I dreamed it, hoped for it, adored you but
I just wanted to die alone
I wasn't even half your age
I looked for myself in the tiny pieces left
Of much too little, of emptiness, of happiness
Stained by the memory the next day
In South America, then Madrid or Argentina
Lost in the soul that was fading
'If I fall in love, it'll be with you
If I fall in love, it'll be with you
Of a dog, a nut, a thief
Of what there was and maybe by now it'll be
Remote past, found only lately
I wasn't even half your age
In the room most abandoned by God, I told myself
'If I fall in love, it'll be with you
If I fall in love, it'll be with you