Quién Me Ha Robado El Mes de Abril
Joaquín Sabina
Who Has Stolen the Month of April from Me
In the inn of failure
Where there is no comfort or elevator
Abandonment and dampness
Share a mattress
And when life passes by on the street
Like a hurricane
The man in the gray suit
Pulls a dirty calendar out of his pocket
And shouts
Who has stolen the month of April from me?
How could it happen to me?
But who has stolen the month of April from me?
I kept it in the drawer, where I keep my heart
The girl from B.U.P.
Failed almost all subjects
The year she got pregnant
That guy left her
And when the Latin teacher
Calls the roll on the blackboard
Tears of heartbreak
Roll down the page of a notebook
And she writes
Who has stolen the month of April from me?
How could it happen to me?
But who has stolen the month of April from me?
I kept it in the drawer, where I keep my heart
Who has stolen the month of April from me?
I kept it in the drawer, where I keep my heart
My mother's husband
Left on the last train
With a hairdresser
Twenty years younger
And when they show those smiles
From Instamatic in Paris
Defeated on the couch
She withers watching Falcon Crest, my old lady
And thinks
Who has stolen the month of April from me?
How could it happen to me?
But who has stolen the month of April from me?
I kept it in the drawer, where I keep my heart
But who has stolen the month of April from me?
How could it happen to me?
Who has stolen the month of April from me?
I kept it in the drawer, where I keep my heart
Who has stolen the month of April from me?
I kept it in the drawer, where I keep my heart
Who has stolen the month of April from me?
How could it happen to me?
