future streets

Buena buena no, mala mala no he sido.
Not everything I do, you will like, my baby either.
Buena buena no, mala mala no he sido.
Not everything I say, you will like, my baby either.

Fill the lines with gold.
Future streets unfold.
All the tales of old.
Future Streets unfold.

Buena buena no, mala mala no he sido
Not everything I think, you will like, my baby either.
Buena buena no, mala mala no he sido.
Not everything I feel, you will like, my baby either.

At sunset we get another chance.
And figure out things that broke human romance.
A world of heartbeats untold.
Dejo las ruinas de mi dolor.