Today as usual
when the clock already showed 6
I arrived at the bar on that old corner
to have a coffee... gourmet
Oh, I never expected it
there came that ungrateful woman
for whom I have come to drown my sorrows since she left
because of the one
who was once my best friend
what a cruel fate for me I have to lose
watch, don't count the hours
look, I don't want to suffer anymore for her
not even the moon is with me anymore
I better resign myself and take... another more tequila
a few hours have passed
my head is already spinning on the table
oh, the hell I shouldn't care
for my sake that he does whatever he wants
What good is existence for me?
If the utopia of life is to be eternal
What good is it for me to die so slowly?
I better leave and take refuge somewhere else
so I ended up in this place
and Saint Peter saw what I had to go through
the pain was stronger than the heart
oh I couldn't stand it and it didn't want to beat anymore
What good is existence to me? If the utopia of life is to be eternal. And here in heaven I have not been able to forget that ungrateful woman who ordered me to pay. Don't count the clock. the hours
look, I don't want to suffer for her anymore
not even Saint Peter accompanies me anymore
only my guitar and that out of tune voice
Clock, don't count the hours...
Look, I don't want to suffer any more for her
clock, don't count the hours
look, I don't want to suffer any more for her
not even Saint Peter accompanies me anymore
only my guitar and that out of tune voice

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