Blues de Media Noche

A summer in the city,
A hell where I burn alone.
The newspapers pile up without being read almost never,
I really don't know how to explain what I feel.

And here you see me, here you see me
Singing blues at midnight,
Once again, once again.
And here you see me, here you see me
Singing blues at midnight,
Once again, once again.

It's hard from here
Not to count the time second by second.
If I start to think, if I start
To think about the call that doesn't ring,
The desert seems closer and closer.

Here you see me, here you see me
Singing blues at midnight,
Once again, once again.
Here you see me, here you see me
Singing blues at midnight,
Once again, once again.