Un Cigarrillo, La Lluvia y Tu
Jaime Gale
A Cigarette, The Rain, and You
A cigarette, the rain, and you
They drive me crazy
I leave my lips on your skin
I go crazy
The possession of the moment
Has already forgotten about winter
That peeks through the window
Looking for its dead arms
Cupid looks from the glass
What madness
Impossible complaint of invocation
To the Moon
The wild melody
That the night is inventing
Stops at our moment
With a warm reproach
A cigarette, the rain, and you
They drive me crazy
I leave my lips on your skin
I go crazy
When dawn remembers
To snatch our dreams
They will be rose petals
I will never be able to sweep them away
A cigarette, the rain, and you
They drive me crazy
They drive me crazy
They drive me crazy
