I don't really understand you,
and it isn't because of your language, culture
or because you enthrall my everything when you look at me.
You're so put together for someone from somewhere far away.
We breathe the same air, you just take mine away.
The way you say words wrong and how you "humor me"
as if you know what that expression means.
Yeah, I forgot we walked a two-way street.
Companero, you told your family back home
who are many miles that way and probably feel the same way I feel
when I sit beside you.
It's funny how something hated by two could put a plus sign between us
and make us one.
But you don't really understand me, do you?