La Canción da Las Noches Perdidas

This is the song of lost nights
That is sung on the edge of dawn
With the farewell liquor
That's why it sounds so desperate
Come to the song of lost nights
If you know that everything tastes like almost nothing
To the race in life's tights
To the camphor ball asleep on the pillow
And it has a woman's name
Like loneliness, like solace
The fugitives from duty
Can't find a free taxi to heaven

This is the song of lost nights
It wears a withered chrysanthemum on the lapel
It gets to your head like certain drinks
It lies like all boleros lie
And it has a woman's name
Like my heart, like your forgetfulness
The fugitives from duty
Have no more love than what they have lost

This is the song of lost nights
If you want, I'll trade it for a while in your bed
It boils like the bullring on bullfight afternoons
It goes like kisses in telegrams
And it has a woman's name
Like freedom, like snow
The fugitives from duty
Take their curse and drink it