No Retiro Lo Dicho

My love earns a living every day
Scrapes his knees,
Sips his morning coffee with no enthusiasm
Rolls the dice,
Dances little waltzes with offbeat feet
Your love has a forbidden tear,
sorrows waiting in line,
eyelids heavy and a goodbye in his pocket,
choked up,
plays tug-of-war in the hangman's house
Everyone carries their crosses as best they can
Each one is a scavenger of their fate
And I stand by what I said, my heart
I’d rather sign it with my bones
'Cause today
I won’t take back what I said, my heart
I’d rather sign it with my teeth 'cause today
I’m staying with you...

Your love is a clingy whore,
dressed to impress,
that bites when she kisses and gets in your head
bad liquor,
a stubborn ship in the sea of misfortunes
My love is a poorly kept revolver
that becomes a widow every so often
dreams in spirals and eats up the hints in your gaze
shivering at the edge of your back...
Everyone carries their crosses as best they can
We’re all deserters most of the time
And I stand by what I said, my heart:
I’d rather sign it with my bones
'Cause today
I won’t take back what I said, my heart
I’d rather sign it with my teeth 'cause today
I’m dying for you...