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Tocando fondo

Pegue tu foto en el ropero
Para sentir que estas aqui
Yo me instale en el mes de enero
Afuera creo que es abril
Me importa un bledo el noticiero
Total jamas hablan de mi
Hice un pais de este agijero
Desde que tu no estas aqui
Este es el himno nacional
Y por bandera tengo tu tanga cafe
Confieso que la paso mal
Y no se como puedo mantenerme en pie
Y sigo aqui tocando fondo
Descubriendo todo lo que nos falto
Hechandome la culpa en todo
Derritiendo el poco aire que me quedo
Y sigo aqui tocando fondo
Desde mi pais que este quinto piso
Desde tu exhilio voluntario
La nostalgia sigue de primer ministro...
Todo esta intacto en mi pais
Tal cual como lo abandonaste
Las flores de papel tapiz
La copia del Dali que olvidaste
De mas esta decir te extraño
Y el resto de cursilerias
No insistas en lo que hace daño
Es otra frase de tu autoria
Y aunque he pagado los impuestos
De esta bancarrota que es vivir sin ti
Ya no me queda presupuesto
Para otro invierno sin que estes aqui
Y sigo aqui tocando fondo
Descubriendo todo lo que nos falto
Hechandome la culpa en todo
Derritiendo el poco aire que me quedo
Y sigo aqui tocando fondo
Desde mi pais que este quinto piso
Desde tu exhilio voluntario
La nostalgia sigue de primer ministro...
Y sigo aqui tocando fondo
Descubriendo todo lo que nos falto
Hechandome la culpa en todo
Derritiendo el poco aire que me quedo
Y sigo aqui tocando fondo
Desde mi pais que este quinto piso
Desde tu exhilio voluntario
La nostalgia sigue de primer ministro

Hitting Rock Bottom

I glued your picture in my closet,
So I can feel like you're here,
I've been holed up since January,
While it's April out there,
I don't give a damn about the news,
Anyway, they never talk about me,
I've made a country out of this hole,
Since you're not here anymore,
This is the national anthem,
And your brown thong is my flag,
I confess I'm having a hard time,
And I don't know how I'm still standing,
And here I am, still hitting rock bottom,
Discovering everything we've missed,
Blaming myself for everything,
Melting the little air I have left,
And here I am, still hitting rock bottom,
From my country that is this fifth floor,
From your self-imposed exile,
Nostalgia remains the prime minister...
Everything is intact in my country,
Exactly how you left it,
The paper flowers on the wallpaper,
The copy of Dali that you forgot,
It goes without saying that I miss you,
And all the rest of the cheesy stuff,
Don't dwell on what hurts,
That's another of your famous quotes,
And although I've paid the taxes
Of this bankruptcy that is living without you,
I no longer have the budget
For another winter without you,
And here I am, still hitting rock bottom,
Discovering everything we've missed,
Blaming myself for everything,
Melting the little air I have left,
And here I am, still hitting rock bottom,
From my country that is this fifth floor,
From your self-imposed exile,
Nostalgia remains the prime minister...
And here I am, still hitting rock bottom,
Discovering everything we've missed,
Blaming myself for everything,
Melting the little air I have left,
And here I am, still hitting rock bottom,
From my country that is this fifth floor,
From your self-imposed exile,
Nostalgia remains the prime minister