Has de Saber

My love, you must know
that one has a black soul
from breathing the smoke of the bars
where you must never drink.

There I chased other women,
who cried with me or for me,
who took me to their homes
to let me die.

My love, first of all you must know
that I am not recommendable.
I don't have wings to take you away
but, if you're missing, how can I save myself?

How can I save myself?

My love, there I forgot
that I am yours, that it also becomes day,
that outside they would be waiting for me,
and where the hell did I park.

I saw you pass by and blaspheme,
and I hid among the doorways
to prevent you from cutting yourself
with my failure of glass.

My love, first of all you must know
that I am not recommendable.
I don't have wings to take you away
but, if you're missing, how can I save myself?

How can I save myself?