El Blues de La Soledad

That song was to blame
That a taxi driver whistled at me
Do you know if that café still exists?
How could I suppose
That you would be playing there
On the same piano ten years later
For me?

Nights of rage and youth
Soaked in a blues

I didn't tell you that you looked prettier
Nor you, the usual 'kid, you look so young!'
And finally, we finished the bottle
That we left half empty ten centuries ago

Will you stay for the performance?
I still know our song

They say the blues is a state of mind
A manual to learn how to cry
The soundtrack of heartbreak
A cat in heat hidden in an alley
In the same club
In the heat of the blues
Of loneliness
The rain has brought us back together

To think that a taxi pushed me
To take you out of the trunk
Preserved in mothballs
Your hips, the alcohol
Don't tell me it crashed
In the back seat of a blue Volkswagen
Our blues

Don't ask more questions
Let the train of oblivion plunder life
Like a gale
To the place where you were happy
It's better not to try to go back

A Goma Dos song
Connected to the heart