Yesterday, who would speak today
Today, I will talk tomorrow
I have felt it, I have silenced it
I have suffered it, I have kept it and I have not said anything
Pretend
That everything is carried away by the wind
And understand
That I have missed myself for so long
Yesterday it rained in Buenos Aires
My tears on the street, eh-eh
I looked through the blinds and the sun is not there
Sometimes it doesn’t come out
Closing and opening wounds
that’s what life is about
That love exists after love
Although it hurts you
And today Buenos Aires hurts
And today Buenos Aires hurts
Eh eh
The fear of sleeping
Alone in my own house
and not being able to leave
And not understand what’s happening
Pretend
That everything is carried away by the wind
And understand
That I have missed myself for so long
Yesterday it rained in Buenos Aires
My tears on the street, eh-eh
I looked through the blinds and the sun is not there
Sometimes it doesn’t come out
Closing and opening wounds
that’s what life is about
That love exists after love
Although it hurts you
And today Buenos Aires hurts
And today Buenos Aires hurts
And today Buenos Aires hurts
(And today Buenos Aires hurts)
(And today Buenos Aires hurts)
(And today Buenos Aires hurts)
(And today Buenos Aires hurts)
(And today Buenos Aires hurts)