You call me ... To tell me you're leaving,
That you can not take it anymore,
What are you tired of .....
To see him every day,
From sharing your bed
Sundays of soccer, stuck at home
You tell me that love, just as it happens, happens
And yours went out the window
And that he found a place, in another bed
And you have painted the smile of carmin,
And you have hung the bag that I give you
And that dress that you never released
You stretch it today
And you go out to the street ..... looking for love
(Bis)
You call me to tell you what is cheating you
That already of your love, nothing remains
That I look for another nest
I leave your house
That you lack caresses ... In the morning
You tell me that love, just as it happens, happens
And yours went out the window
And that he found a place, in another bed
And you have painted the smile of carmin,
And you have hung the bag that I give you
And that dress that you never released
You stretch it today
And you go out to the street ..... looking for love
Only among all we can make this a better place :)