Hello dear friends, this is my ticket, I hope you like it.
Flaca, no me claves, tus puñales, por la espalda
Tan profundo, no me duelen, no me hacen mal
Lejos, en el centro, de la tierra, las raices
Del amor, donde estaban, quedaran
Entre el no me olvides me deje nuestro abriles olvidados
En el fondo del placard, en el cuarto de invitados
Eran tiempos dorados, un pasado mejor
Y aunque casi me equivoco y te digo poco a poco
No me mientas, no me digas la verdad
No te quedes callada, no levantes la voz, ni me pidas perdon
Y aunque casi te confieso que tambien he sido un perro compañero
Un perro ideal que aprendio a ladrar
Y a volver al hogar, para poder comer
Flaca, no me claves, tus puñales, por la espalda
Tan profundo, no me duelen, no me hacen mal
Lejos, en el centro, de la tierra, las raices
Del amor, donde estaban, quedaran
Skinny, do not clue me, your daggers, from behind
So deep, they do not hurt me, they do not hurt me
Far away, in the center, from the earth, the roots
Of love, where they were, they will remain
Between the do not forget me leave my abriles forgotten
In the background of the closet, in the guest room
They were golden times, a better past
And although I almost made a mistake and I tell you little by little
Do not lie to me, do not tell me the truth
Do not be quiet, do not raise your voice, or ask me to forgive
And although I almost confess that I have also been a companion dog
An ideal dog that learned to bark
And to return home, to be able to eat
Skinny, do not clue me, your daggers, from behind
So deep, they do not hurt me, they do not hurt me
Far away, in the center, from the earth, the roots
Of love, where they were, they will remain
