This is the song of the wasted nights
That you sing at the edge of the dawn
With the rum of the good bye
This is why it sounds so desperate
Come the song of the wasted nights
If you know that everything taste like almost nothing
Like a leotards race of the life
Like a camphor ball slept under the pillow
And have woman’s name
Like loneliness, like consolation
The fugitives of the duty do not find a free taxi to the heaven
This is the song of the wasted nights
It carries a wither flower on the lapel
It goes up to the head like certain drinks
It sticks on the disappointment like a shell
Sing the song of the wasted nights
It burns like the blue flame of the candles
It works to drop vinegar upon the wounds
it lies like the ballads lie
And have woman´s name
Like my heart, like your oblivion
The fugitives of the duty don’t have more love but the one which is gone.
This is the song of the wasted nights
If you want, lets trade it for a moment in your bed
It boils like a stadium in a bull’s fight afternoon
Goes like a kiss in a urgent mail
And have woman’s name
Like the freedom, like the snow
The fugitives of the duty take their curse and then they swallow it all.
La canción de las noches perdidas – Joaquín Sabina
