From where no one returns, I saw you return.
With a sun on your lips, which gave you the mezcal.
I cured you in that house, right in front of the sea.
And with the tired voice I heard you murmur.
Nothing will bring us down...
When the shaking comes, when the shaking comes.
No one will separate us...
When the shaking comes , when the earthquake hits.
In a bar in Oaxaca, I caused a hurricane.
I threw it into the North Pacific like a boomerang.
A cold and devastating wind arose.
A cold and devastating wind arose.
br/>That took you and me where horror is born.
Nothing will bring us down...
When the tremor comes, when the tremor comes.
No one will separate us. ..
When the tremor comes, when the tremor comes.
And you disappeared without giving an explanation.
And I was left shouting to heaven, you will carry your cross.
I felt chills, I suffered loneliness.
Frequent to the worst kind of this society.
Nothing will bring us down...
When the tremor comes, when the tremor comes.
No one will separate us...
When the tremor comes, when the tremor comes.
I looked for you in Buenos Aires, I found you in Paris.
Drawing hopscotches of fire under a sky grey.
And we faded away sharing the emptiness.
And no one came to rescue us, and the tremor overcame us.
From where no one returns, I saw you return.
With a sun on the lips that the mezcal put on you.

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