Noches de Boda
Joaquín Sabina
Wedding Nights
Oh Lord!
Why did I come?
If coming is not the same as leaving screaming
Look at Joaquín, Lord!
He has already become Mexican, so why does he say no?
Well he says yes
You saw it in Mexico
There he is tequilating with all the chamaconas
He brings them from a wing, well
I have seen it
Let the worms eat these little eyes
Yes, sir, Joaquinito, are you listening to me?
Or do you think I'm talking bad about you, my love?
Yes, I love you very much, my friend
Since the first day we met here
In Madrid, ajúa!
I really liked you
I liked you because you were sincere
You told me to go to hell
Boy, what is that?
You were dealing with me, with your cuatacha, Vargas
Let's warm it up!
And he said: Vargas has come!
We got studded
And we went partying
Every moonlit night
They will be for Joaquín and me, well
(May all nights be wedding nights)
That every night, yes, sir
(May all moons be honeymoons)
Oh Lord!
Don't let makeup dull your laughter
Don't let the luggage weigh down your wings
Don't let the calendar come in a hurry
Let the dictionary stop the bullets
May the blinds correct the dawn
I want him to win the war of I can
Let those who wait not count the hours
Let those who kill die of fear
May the end of the world catch you dancing
May the stage dye my gray hair
May you never know how or when
Not a hundred flying, neither yesterday nor tomorrow
May the heart not go out of style
May the autumns brown your skin
May every night be a wedding night
Don't let the honeymoon get
(May all nights be wedding nights)
(May all moons be honeymoons)
Oh, Reata, don't burst
What is the last step?
May the truths not have complexes
Let the lies seem like a lie
Don't let the mirrors prove you right
May you benefit from looking at what you look at
Don't let helplessness take care of you
May every dinner be your last dinner
That being brave doesn't come out so expensive
That being a coward is not worth it
Don't let them buy you for less than nothing
Don't let them sell you love without thorns
Don't let fairy tales put you to sleep
Don't let the bar on the corner close you
May the heart not go out of style
May the autumns brown your skin
May every night be a wedding night
Don't let the honeymoon get
(May all nights be wedding nights)
(May all moons be honeymoons)