Camas Vacias

Neither do you embroider handkerchiefs, nor do I break contracts
I don't kill out of jealousy, nor do you die for me
And before you love me like one loves a cat
I'll leave with anyone who looks like you

I open wide the doors you close to me
I hear that forgetting doesn't suit you so well
The peace you've chosen is worse than my war
What could have been, what will never be

Instead, I never knew how to go with the wind
That bites the corners of this impious city
Poor apprentice sorcerer who listens to the sky
From a luxury hotel, with two empty beds

Who will do my job under your skirt?
The mouth that was mine, whose mouth will it be?
The hole in your belly no longer turns its back on me
When I lose the desire to win with you

As payment in cash, I never lack a kiss
Whenever I confess, I absolve myself
I no longer close the bars, nor do I indulge in excess
The love songs are getting sadder every time

Although I never shut up, I keep a couple of secrets
I say it man to man, woman to woman
I don't marry anyone, nor do I wear amulets
For not having, I don't even have the age to deserve

Damn the ink that soaks my papers
Damn the third person plural
The nails that dig in, right where it hurts the most
If your mascara runs when you make me cry