No Hago Otra Cosa Que Pensar En Ti (part. Joan Manuel Serrat)

I do nothing but think of you
To flatter you and to make it known
I took paper and pencil
And scattered
The tokens of your love
On the table
I was looking for a song
And got lost
In a pile of worn-out words
I do nothing but think of you
And nothing else comes to mind

I light one cigarette and then another
One of these days I must seriously consider
Quitting smoking
With that cough that hits me when I wake up
I searched for inspiration looking at the sky
And got lost in the heights
By the way, the ceiling could use a fresh coat of paint

I looked out the window
And escaped
With a girl riding a bicycle
I was distracted by a neighbor
Who also
Did nothing but scratch his head
I do nothing but think of you
And nothing pleases me more than writing songs
But today the muses have abandoned me
They must be on vacation

I do nothing but think of you
But the verses slip away from my hands
And the muses have abandoned me
They must have gone with Nano