Números Rojos
Joaquín Sabina
Red Numbers
Two pilots face the wheel
In the Dakar rally of the M30
The second one doesn't reach fifty
And the one in front
Of Sergeant Pepper is a Martian
Who sings non-stop to his brother
Both have their jealousies and their girlfriends
Their divorces, their fallen angels
Their volcanoes, their duels, who was it?
Their loves and their phobias
But one sweats to death in his shirt
And the other hesitates and never hurries
What a pair of idiots
Two elevators
Puss in boots
Lovesickness
The flock returns
Mourning meat
Steps are left over
Tired sight
Yours and others'
Odd kisses
Bread with poison
Moon without bars
Heroes without a tomb
Lime in the eyes
Hunger with a party
Red numbers
Who said today is a multiple of before
And the ego a jealous spoiled child
What curse separates lovers
Who haven't forgotten each other
Who can solve the square root
Of this rule of three with heat?
A jack is missing
Two kings are left
Bodies of a jack
Against the laws
Ship rats
Stop that motorbike
Narc widow
Wedding without photos
Silk with corduroy
Nail without hand
Every week
A summer dies
Suit of lights
Lame leg
Faces and crosses
Red numbers
