Con Dos Camas Vacias

Neither do I embroider handkerchiefs, nor do you break contracts.
Neither do I kill out of jealousy, nor do you die for me.
And before you love me like one loves a cat,
I'll leave with anyone who resembles me.

Wide open, I open the doors that you close on me.

I hear that forgetting doesn't sit so badly with you.
The peace you've chosen is worse than my war.
What could have been... is what will never be.

I, on the other hand, never knew how to go with the wind,
That bites the corners of this impious city.
There won't be an apprentice sorcerer to cover the sky,
From a luxury hotel, with two empty beds.

Who will do my job under your skirt?
The mouth that was mine, whose mouth will it be?
The hole of your belly no longer turns its back on me,
When I lose with you the desire to win.

As payment in cash, I never lack a kiss.
Whenever I confess, I absolve myself.
I no longer close the bars, nor do I indulge in excesses.
Each time, love songs become sadder.

I, on the other hand, never knew how to go with the wind,
That bites the corners of this impious city.
There won't be an apprentice sorcerer to cover the sky,
From a luxury hotel, with two empty beds.

Who will do your job between my pants?
The mouth that was mine, whose mouth will it be?
The hole of your belly no longer turns its back on me,
When I lose with you the desire to win.

You curse life that soaks your papers.
You curse the third person in my home.
The nails that dig in, where it hurts the most,
And your mascara runs when you cry.

I, on the other hand, never knew how to go with the wind,
That bites the corners of this impious city.
There won't be an apprentice sorcerer to cover the sky,
From a luxury hotel, with two empty beds.