Una Canción Para La Magdalena

Yes, at midnight, on the road
That I told you
Behind a gas station
Where I filled up
Some light bulbs wink at you
Blue, red, and yellow
Behave
And stop
And, if Magdalena
Asks for a drink
You invite her to a hundred
I'll pay for them
Approach her door and knock
If you're dying of thirst
If you no longer play checkers
Not even with your wife
I just ask you to write to me
Telling me if she's still alive
The virgin of sin
The bride of the saliva flower
Sex with love of the married
Owner of a heart
So five stars
That even the son of a God
Once he saw her
He went with her
And never charged her
Magdalena
If you're lonelier than the Moon
Let yourself be convinced
Toasting to my health, with one
That I know
And, when the drinks go up
Twice what she asks you
Give her for her favors
Because, in Mary of Magdala's house
Bad company is the best
If you carry grease in the glove compartment
And a soul to lose
Park, next to her hips
Of milk and honey
Between two redeeming curves
The most forbidden of fruits
Awaits you until dawn
The most ladylike of all whores
The most whore of all ladies
With that heart
So five stars
That even the son of a God
Once he saw her
He went with her
And never charged her
Magdalena