And Pedro arrives late once again and she wakes up
She pretends to sleep and he talks to her anyway
Something he invented in the bar, and she knows stories
If she had a peso for every disappointment
And how many tomorrows can you face
How many promises can you ignore
Before cutting those chains
What is in your heart
Days, But tonight Pedro will find his bed empty
And on a train there is a woman, and how many mornings
You can face, how many promises you can ignore
br/>There in another place in your heart
How many mornings can you wake up and nothing to forget
How many promises can you give yourself
There in another place, what is the heart
And Pedro is late once again