Una Calle de París

A street in Paris...
It's not just gold that I lost there,
a bet on the heart
Never play if only your honor remains.
And now there's a room
with a painting and a mattress.

A street in Paris...
its memory, all that I achieved;
the goodbye of a woman
took the pay, the wine, and the pleasure.
And in my old room
there are curtains so the sun doesn't come in,
doesn't come in.

The night took away
the paintings, sanity, and faith,
and never again was seen
any color coming out of my brush.
The painting I started
with your smile and never finished,
remained in the room
and was never seen again.

A street in Paris
reminds me of everything I wasn't,
the end of an illusion
on the night Paris trembled.
And now there's a room
with a painting and a mattress.

A street in Paris...
its memory, all that I achieved;
the goodbye of a woman
took the pay, the wine, and the pleasure.
And in my old room
there are curtains so the sun doesn't come in,
doesn't come in,
doesn't come in,
doesn't come in.