Could love be different?
Death trap in my path
and in a cafe, a city cafe,
you told me your fate again.
Jealousy on Argentinan soil
and my illusion that dissolved
while you make fun of me in your song
I can't free myself from the spell.
Clouds of salt and of disgust
I pay to see what I've lost
The capital trapped you, got you drunk,
on the sad ritual of obscurity.
Could love be different
last, true Discepolian
and in a cafe, a cafe of truth,
fell the last chord of the piano.