La Canción da Las Noches Perdidas

This is the song of lost nights
That is sung at the edge of dawn
With the brandy of farewell
That's why she sounds so desperate
Come to the song of lost nights
If you know that everything tastes like almost nothing
A race in the leotards of life
A camphor ball asleep on the pillow
And he has a woman's name
Like Solitude, like Consolation
Fugitives from duty
They can't find a free taxi to heaven

This is the song of lost nights
He wears a withered chrysanthemum in his lapel
It goes to your head like certain drinks
It sticks to disappointment like glue
Sing the song of lost nights
It burns like the blue gas from lighters
It is used to put vinegar on wounds
He lies like all boleros lie
And he has a woman's name
Like Freedom, like your Oblivion
Fugitives from duty
They have no more love than the one 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 ring on bullfighting afternoons
It goes like kisses in telegrams
And he has a woman's name
Like my heart, like the snow
Fugitives from duty
They take their curse and drink it