Por El Túnel

I go back to the time when I met you
When the world ended in your garden
I was the toughest cowboy in the Union
And you, the saloon dancer
They all surpassed you in virtue
But none gave what you
Then you flew, someone told me
That you have made love your profession
Since that winter ended
I'm still the same, you know, in Madrid
Things don't give much more of themselves
One day I'll call you and we'll go to dinner
I hope you will give me a special price
The rest of the band was lost
The damn clock swallowed them up
They play pools, children, they go to the bar
Your job is no worse than the others
Since that winter ended
Since that friend disappeared
Since you started slipping
Through the tunnel
That leads where it grows
The darkest flower in the city