Bocanada [English translation]

When there is no more to tell ourselves

the smoke talks, the smoke swims

and rows in a spiral.

When there is no more to tell ourselves

holes empty into the air

that two cannot breathe.

To vanish

stretching the afterward

endless trajectory.

Distant pleasure

of one glance facing another

fading...

When there is no more to tell ourselves

I become one with the smoke

twisting reason.

Of all that is decided

time stretches and I forget

I forget, like you

And in the sphere we wander

indifferent

to the space I left...

To vanish

stretching the afterward

an endless history.

Distant pleasure

of one glance facing another

fading...

• Artist:Gustavo Cerati
• Album:Bocanada