La Canción Más Hermosa Del Mundo

I had a button without a buttonhole, a silkworm
Half a pair of clown shoes and a soul in a pawnshop
A Hispano Olivetti with cavities, a delayed train
An Atleti membership card, a face like a glass bottom

A private school, a compass, a table with a heater
A walnut, or Adam's bite, minus one rib
A diabetic bike, a cumulus, a cirrus, a stratus
A camel from King Balthasar, a cat without a cat

My Annie Hall, my Mona Lisa, my Wendy, ladies first
My Cantinflas, my Bola de Nieve, my three Musketeers
My Tintin, my yo-yo, my blue, my seven of cups
The hallway where I undressed you without taking off your clothes

My hiding place, my G clef, my wristwatch
An Aladdin's lamp inside a top hat
I didn't know spring lasted a second
I wanted to write the most beautiful song in the world

I introduce you to my bastard grandfather, my single wife
To the godfather who sponsored me in the Foreign Legion
To my twin brother, boss of the traveling merchandise
To Sinbad the Sailor who had a singing nephew

To my cousin Carlota the slut and her dachshund
To my chainmail jacket against misfortune
Butterflies that hunt in dreams the children with pimples
When they dream of hugging Venus de Milo without hands

I got rid of the hundred fools, of the business tale
Teaching at an academy of swan songs
With Simon of Cyrene, I toured Mount Calvary
What would you do if Adelita went with a police officer?

In front of the cape of little hope, I lowered my flag
If I lose sight of me, wait for me on the waiting list
I inherited a bottle of rum from a dying clochard
I forgot the lesson after a deep coma

I could never sing in one go
The song of the sea drool, of the lightning in the vein
Of the tears to cry when it's worth it
Of the pregnant page in the belly of a globe-trotting notebook
Of the drop of ink in the anthem of the iracundos

I wanted to write the most beautiful song in the world