Try not to cross to the other side,
don't let the border fool you.
I will always stay here,
living off the love of women.
Do not stop traveling on trams and trains
and kiss me again as you did,
recite me a Mexican poem
that will envelop our life until death.
You will have to live on this side
if you want to forget and be quiet.
Stay asleep in the hotels
and listen to the murmur of the volcanoes.
And always close your little world tightly,
in it you can heal any wound.
Surround my head with your hands,
so I want to stay forever.
You will have to live on this side
if you want to forget and be silent.