Camas Vacías
Joaquín Sabina
Empty Beds
Neither do you embroider handkerchiefs nor do I break contracts
I don't kill out of jealousy nor do you die for me
Before you love me like one loves a cat
I'll leave with anyone who resembles you
I open wide the doors you close on me
I hear that forgetting doesn't suit you so well
The peace you've chosen is worse than my war
That nest-like bed looks like a hospital
I, on the other hand, haven't known how to go with the wind
That bites the corners of this impious city
Poor apprentice sorcerer who spits at 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 with you what I win at billiards
Although I never keep quiet, I keep a couple of secrets
I say it man to man, woman to woman
I don't marry anyone, I don't save for my grandchildren
For not having, I don't have, nor the age to deserve
As I pay in cash, I never lack a kiss
Whenever I confess, I give myself absolution
I no longer close the bars or indulge in excesses
Love songs are sadder every time
