Mentiras Piadosas
Joaquín Sabina
Compassionate Lies
When I told her that passion
By definition cannot last
How was I to know
That she would start to cry?
Don't be absurd, she scolded me
No one asked you for that explanation
So keep it to yourself
So much sincerity makes me sick
And that's how I learned
That in stories of two
It's sometimes better to lie
That certain deceptions are
Narcotics against the pain of love
I wanted to tell her that chance is similar to desire
That a kiss is just an assault and the bed is a boxing ring
That the caresses that moisten the skin and the blood rebel
Wither when touched by dirty routine
I wanted to tell her the truth
No matter how bitter it was
To tell her that the universe was wider
Than her hips
I was drawing her a real world
Not a rosy one
But she preferred to hear
Compassionate lies
And the caresses that moisten the skin and the blood rebel
Wither when touched by dirty routine
And when, after the fifth beer, I talked to her
About that girl who made me lose my mind
She exploded
Will you shut up, please?
And that's how I learned
That in stories of two
It's sometimes better to lie
That certain deceptions are
Narcotics against the pain of love
I wanted to tell her the truth
No matter how bitter it was
To tell her that the universe was wider
Than her hips
I was drawing her a real world
Not a rosy one
But she preferred to hear
Compassionate lies