Menos Dos Alas
Joaquín Sabina
Minus Two Wings
González was an angel minus two wings
Gonzalez was a saint in a civil way
A dandy with an eye for the dark side
So red, so traditional and so mischievous
He spun in the seedy joints
Machín's boleros with Juanín de Mieres
Savoring those whiskeys in which float
The Moon of the harlots and the croupiers
When he returned from abroad
So foreign
At two it wasn't daytime
At six it was already night
Ask for a car
Smoking I wait
And the waiters applauded him
Autumns and other lights, bread with festivities
His Prince of Wales, so Cortefiel
Treatise on urban planning, Juan de Mairena
Chicana, magdalena, ink and paper
Green with the shame he didn't have
He even helped Charon burn his ships
He said that dying wasn't so serious
And he agonized quietly out of courtesy
When he returned from abroad
So foreign
At two it wasn't daytime
At six it was already night
Ask for a car
Smoking I wait
And the waiters applauded him
