Summer Waltz I

[Hay días que pueden resumirse perfectamente 

con una canción de Regina Spektor. 

Bienvenido verano, tan cruel. 

Tan hermoso y tan cruel. No sé tú.]

Summer in the city 
means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage

And I started miss you, baby, sometimes

I've been staying up drinking
In the late night establishments
Telling strangers personal things


Summer in the city
I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely

So I went to a protest
Just to rub up against strangers
And I did feel like coming 
But I also felt like crying
And it doesn't seem so worth it right now

And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking
They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise

At the sight of a beautiful woman
They feel nothing 
But anger
Her skin makes them sick in the night

Nauseous, nauseous, nauseous

Summer in the city
I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely

I've been hallucinating you, babe
At the backs of other women
And I tap 'em on the shoulder 
And they turn around smiling but
There's no recognition in their eyes

Oh, summer in the city!
Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage

Don't get me wrong, dear
In general I'm doing quite fine

It's just when it's summer in the city
And you are so long gone from the city 
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes

When it's summer in the city 
And you are so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes

Oh, I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
Oh, I start to miss you, baby, sometimes