Ganas de...
Joaquín Sabina
Desire to...
The clubs and teenagers are boiling
Eating colorful pills
Tired of living badly in the twentieth century
Dying of love sickness
The tribe's sorcerers resurrect
To invest in my sins
And the stamp dealers
Make a killing in the supermarket
And lies are worth more than the truth
And the truth is a sandcastle
And on the highways of freedom
No one dares to drive without chains
And I'm dying
To tell you that
I'm dying
To tell you that I love you
And I don't want fate to come
To avenge me
And I prefer war with you
To winter without you
Every morning I jump out of bed
Stepping on quicksand
It's hard to live when what you love
Is filled with ashes
And the streets wander only the heart
Without a bad kiss to taste
And the cold wind of humiliation blows
Debasing every body it touches
And I'm dying
To tell you that
I'm dying
To tell you that
I'm dying
To tell you
That I'm dying
To tell you that
That I love you
And I don't want fate to come
To avenge me
And I prefer war with you
To winter without you
And I'm dying
To tell you that
I'm dying
To tell you that
I'm dying
To tell you
That I'm dying
To tell you that
That I love you
And I don't want fate to come
To avenge me
And I prefer war with you
To winter without you
And I don't want fate to come
To avenge me
