Early December, in Buenos Aires.
A summer night, on another hemisphere. Improvise, to calm her heart. She goes away to avoid her fears.
What does it matter, alone or accompanied In fact, she's having only half the fun. She tries in vain to be modest. Dreaming of paintings of a life in color.
Hesitant, indecisive, and far away. So fragile, yet honest when she smiles. She waltzes between happiness and pain. But it was her way to be here.
Far from the scenes of blockbusters. The stories born for the television. She looks at the lies with bitterness. And likes to imagine a life somewhere else. In little streets, she paces In search of the excitement of the past. So many thrills fade forever In colors of black and white in a silent film.
Hesitant, indecisive, and far away So fragile, yet honest when she smiles She waltzes between happiness and pain. But it was her way to be here. Hesitant, indecisive, and far away So fragile, yet honest when she smiles. She waltzes between happiness and pain. But it was her way to be here.
Hesitant, indecisive, and far away. So fragile, yet honest when she smiles. She waltzes between happiness and pain. But it was her way to be here.
Hesitant, indecisive, and far away. So fragile, yet honest when she smiles. She waltzes between happiness and pain. But it was her way to be here.
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