When leaving the Metropol,
We were going to a bar,
To talk like adults,
About the future...
It was a tame topic, without rushes
And the future , huge, why hurry,
Why hurry?
There, happy, we let ourselves be,
Everything was clear, easy, safe,
When in his universe,
Poetic and pure, the young man arrived,
What are they going to drink?
And what are they going to drink?
Then we looked at him from the side,
With the disdain of dreamers ,
And with the yunte, barely murmured,
She hung colored curtains again,
And on the wall of a shady patio,
Plaster swallows and other beauty,
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Gypsum swallows and other beauty,
When leaving the Metropol, we went to a bar,
There we happily let ourselves be,
Everything It was clear, easy, safe,
When in his universe,
Poetic and pure, the waiter arrived,
What are they going to drink?