Mi Buenos Aires [English translation]

When you found me I was dancing on the ice.

You thought kissing was biting the same hook,

and filling each other's hearts with poison, a lesser evil.

Before the escape and after the hugs.

Before the caresses became swipes

and so many years passed since you left yesterday.

Being only friends was your way of saying,

'May you be happy as long as it's not with me'.

You taught me that breaking up was sharing out an arsenal.

That losing everything is not so bad when there's so much to win.

I may forget it, perhaps the sad thing is not being sad and not caring.

Sums that don't match, dreams in red numbers.

That which attacks you on the back while it looks at you in the eye.

I changed my skin but your scar still talks to me about you.

Who's making a false move? Who was walking amidst the mines?

Who taught the shot lasted more than the wounds?

Who played with two decks at the same time out of fear of losing?

Being only friends was your way of saying,

'May you be happy as long as it's not with me'.

You taught me that breaking up was sharing out an arsenal.

That losing everything is not so bad when there's so much to win.

I may forget it, perhaps the sad thing is not being sad and not caring.

My Buenos Aires was life, it was luck, it was the farewell.

It was the streets where pink houses aren't right.

Rivers were raining but I lie to myself and say the sun was shining.

My Buenos Aires was life, it was luck, it was the farewell.

It was the streets where pink houses aren't right.

Rivers were raining but I lie to myself and say the sun was shining.

• Artist:Amaia Montero
• Album:Nacidos para creer (2018)