La Magdalena

Cafe Quijano

The Magdalene

Been two weeks locked up at home,
Without getting out of bed,
You don't even have tears left,

You can't stop crying,
You don't eat or talk,
You don't dress or wash,
Everything is a pity,

What's abundant are men,
Like that one and better,
He was a lazy bum,
What problem are you going to have,

Stop saying,
That you don't want to live,
That you love him,
But he doesn't love you,

And believe me,
No, no, no, no, it's not worth it,
Crying like a magda-magdalene,
Because of that guilty man,
Surely it's not worth it,
They're all the same,
They promise to make bouquets of roses,
They never go out,
But they always have biweekly dinners,
There's not a single one,
Not a single one, that doesn't fail,
If it's not for one thing, it's for another,
But there's always some detail that fails,
If it's not for one thing, it's for another,
But there's always some detail that fails,

You have to forget, distract yourself, and take care of yourself,
Time heals your blessed evil,
And right now you are blind,
Every night you poison yourself,
I know well what it feels like and I'm not lying,

The curious thing about these things,
Is that later you realize,
That what they say is true,
That one stain cleans another,
That there are other fish and better ones,
In the sea they are always found,

And believe me that no...
No, no, no, it's not worth it,
Crying like a magda-magdalene,
Because of that guilty man,
Surely it's not worth it,
They're all the same,
They promise to make bouquets of roses,
They never go out,
But they always have biweekly dinners,
There's not a single one,
Not a single one, that doesn't fail,
If it's not for one thing, it's for another,
But there's always some detail that fails,
If it's not for one thing, it's for another,
But there's always some detail that fails,