Nube Negra
Joaquín Sabina
Black Cloud
When I search for summer in an empty dream
When the cold burns you if you take my hand
When the tired light has shadows of yesterday
When dawn is another frozen night
When I gamble my death on the verse I don't write
When I only receive news of death
When the sword cuts what no longer exists
When I pluck the sad cluster of nothing
I can only ask you to wait for me
On the other side of the black cloud
Where there are no more merchants
Selling gin loneliness
On the other side of the pagans
On the other side of the bankrupt Moon
Where songs are written
With white smoke from the black cloud
When I feel pity for feeling what I feel
When the wind doesn't blow in any city
When you no longer love what is celebrated
When the black cloud settles in my bed
When I wake up and vote for today's fear
When I am what I am in a broken mirror
When I close the house because I feel wounded
When it's wasted time to ask myself what's happening
I can only ask you to wait for me
On the other side of the black cloud
Where there are no more merchants
Selling gin loneliness
On the other side of the pagans
On the other side of the bankrupt Moon
Where songs are written
With white smoke from the black cloud
