La Extraña Pareja

They were known in the neighborhood streets
Known in all the bars and taverns
He so serious so tall so pale and thin
She brunette and fragile so graceful and small
He was around fifty
And she couldn't be more than twenty-four
He taught, I believe, at some academy
And she studied, I believe, an Italian course
They drank and loved each other or so it seemed
They argued sometimes, sometimes they smiled
They kissed and hated each other but nobody is perfect
Love is difficult and strange in these times

The night weakens the hearts
Nights of funeral, wine, and roses
Let's toast to love and its failures
Maybe we can choose our defeat
The sun cleans the streets, the memory
Fierce passions fade
Invent the end of each story
For love is eternal as long as it lasts

One night he entered the usual bar
He was dressed all in strict mourning
He was drunk and alone, with a serious expression
And in his hands, a funeral wreath
She had left him, he explained calmly
And he had decided to consider her dead
And to toast to her forgetfulness and eternal rest
And to celebrate her tavern burial from tavern to tavern
So off we went, and why tell you
Glasses, wines, laughter, some vomiting
Eternal friendship hugs that night
Rest in peace and let's toast to her and her memory

The night weakens the hearts
Nights of funeral, wine, and roses
Let's toast to love and its failures
Maybe we can choose our defeat
The sun cleans the streets, the memory
Fierce passions fade
Invent the end of each story
For love is eternal as long as it lasts

As he left El Almendro, he was very drunk
He fell on the asphalt, and I leaned by his side
I knew he was dying suddenly
He said something in my ear, he dissolved in my arms
The ambulance took him away with his wreath and all
And I went to fulfill his cursed task
I arrived at the bar he had indicated to me
And I looked for the girl amidst the smoke and noise
Finally, I saw her dancing very slowly
Sheltered in the warm chest of a boy
I told her, and she listened, she hugged her partner
I don't know if she cried, I couldn't see any sorrow

The night weakens the hearts
Nights of funeral, wine, and roses
Let's toast to love and its failures
Maybe we can choose our defeat
The sun cleans the streets, the memory
Fierce passions fade
Invent the end of each story
For love is eternal as long as it lasts