No te apures, Carablanca

Don't hurry, Carablanca...
That I have no one waiting for me...
No one misses my delay,
For me it's always early
To arrive.
Don't hurry, Carablanca...
That when I arrive I stay alone...
And the night is falling,
And in its shadows the memories
Hurt even more.

My heart shrinks
Leaving the corral,
Because I know I'm lost.
I'm tempted by the illusion
That the tavern offers,
In its cup of oblivion.
Cane in the sorrow...
Flame that burns me
Evil that has no remedy,
Sorrow that grows.
Always the same...
I go to forget her
And between cane and cane
I remember her more.

Don't hurry, Carablanca,
That up here on the driver's seat,
While I'm rattling along
I dream as I did
When I met her.
Don't hurry, Carablanca...
That I have no one waiting for me
Like back then, when I used to go
Companioning the joy
Of being happy.