Cenando Conmigo

Sittin' on a rocking chair, she sat down to eat
From the looks of it, she wanted to chat
I didn't ask how, when, or why
Had a special sparkle in her eyes

Confused and shaky, her voice was trembling
White as snow, her skin pure as salt
Had great sorrows and a worn-out heart
Wanted to talk only about her faithful loneliness

In this short life, you gotta know
Those who are worth a lot and those who ain't worth shit
Just by four gestures, you gotta understand
Which way they lean, there, in their walk

Life sometimes puts, in your path, two kinds of loneliness
One, by force, and the other, your moments tend to create
I, who had for childhood only a neighborhood full of streets
A guitar, a first kiss, an I love you dressed in puberty

Sometimes, I wonder where the memories went
If they doze off in the forgotten pendulum that guards your heart
To that, for example, I call it loneliness, nostalgia, who knows!
Because the clock of time doesn't make me go back
I've left so many things with a sad ending

I would have liked to say goodbye to my elders
Before the train took them away
To the keyboardist, Manuel Ibáñez
Electric guitar, Juan Carlos Jiménez
And just like that, he went to live where memories live

Where the dream of the great dreamer resides
He went, asleep, seeking the dawn
Like any line of his lyrics would do
Only he knew the silence in his moments

Only he controlled time like the lord of time would
Don't expect questions from his mouth
The answer is in his eyes
Drums: David Simón
On bass: Manolo Nieto
Yeah, ah-ah