I put your photo on the closet
To feel as if you're still here
I settled in the month January
Outside I think it's April

I don't give a damn about the news
They never talk about me
I made my country out of this hole
Since you haven't been here

This is the national anthem
And as the flag I'll use your brown thong
I confess that it's been bad
And I don't know how to stay on my feet

And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
Discovering everything that we missed
Blaming me for everything
And melting the bit of air we had left

And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
From my country which is the fifth floor
From your voluntary exile
Nostalgia is still prime minister

Everything's intact in my country
Just as it was when you left
The flowers 'made of wallpaper
The copy of Dalí that you forgot

Needless to say that: I miss you
And the rest of the kitsch
Don't insist on what harms you
Is another phrase of your authority
And Although I've paid the taxes
Of this bankruptcy that is to live without you
I no longer have a budget
For another winter without you being here

And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
Discovering everything that we missed
Blaming me for everything
And melting the bit of air we had left

And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
From my country which is the fifth floor
From your voluntary exile
Nostalgia is still prime minister

And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
Discovering everything that we missed
Blaming me for everything
And melting the bit of air we had left

And I'm still here hitting rock bottom
From my country which is the fifth floor
From your voluntary exile
Nostalgia is still prime minister