Desamor

In their loneliness, sitting face to face
At the usual time and at the same table
Coffee in between, the same couple
Middle-aged and looking like good people

They have no strength left for another move
The path twisted, the wind turned
Failure and resentment got the best of them
And today they are two armies in retreat

Oh heartbreak, heartbreak
Dark heartbreak, fierce heartbreak

Almost without looking at her, he speaks in a low voice
With very short phrases while she denies
With her eyes fixed on the cup, she mechanically plays
With the spoon

Perhaps she took a ring out of her purse
Threw it on the marble and it sounded like a lie
He reaches for her hand and she withdraws it
Under the excuse of lighting a cigarette

Oh heartbreak, heartbreak
Dark heartbreak, fierce heartbreak

How sad it looks, how far away it is
So much to forget and nothing to say
Who would say that one day too
They loved each other and maybe were happy

While he, motionless, remained seated
She very slowly reached the door
Making her way through the dead hours
And the indifference of the regulars

And behind the café window
Down the street, he followed her with his gaze
Powerless, watching her walk away
Without turning back at the last tram

Oh heartbreak, heartbreak
Dark heartbreak, fierce heartbreak

How sad it looks, how far away it is
So much to forget and nothing to say
Who would say that one day too
They loved each other and maybe were happy

And tomorrow the cleaning lady
Will sweep off the floor next to the cigarette butts
Some stale kisses and a lock of hair
Something trampled by the customers