Andrés Calamaro
Miscellaneous
Where Marinero Manda
With the crude oil in the warehouses he will search again
All the time we have lived that we have lost without protesting
I'm going to try first to oblivion the other's things
I'm going to throw away the culprit of my loneliness with a shot
I don't know what I want but I know what I don't want
I know what I don't want, and I can't help it
I can keep running away and I'm still thinking about it,
I'm thinking about it but I'm tired of thinking
The river sailor is neither hot nor cold
The city has no port and feels very empty (what a shame there!)
Lately it has lost its capacity for surprise
In a glass of warm beer it was forgotten
In a glass of warm beer was something he forgot
I want to choose from the map an unnamed place to go
It will be the place where I live for the rest of my life (that's a long time!)
That's why on every trip I bring back lost luggage
That's why I have decided to never forget, never forget
I don't know what I have but I know what I don't have
I know what I don't have it because I can't buy it
I can keep singing but I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting but I'm tired of waiting

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS