Quien Más, Quien Menos
Joaquín Sabina
Who More, Who Less
Who more, who less
Once threw caution to the wind
Tattooed a target on their temples
Tried a poison
Who more, who less
Has taken themselves hostage
And has an all-terrain conscience
Of good and evil
But I went further
I threw a stick in the wheel of fortune
Went down to the basement in search of bad advice
Used your stabs as a vaccine
Not a step back
My sword of Damocles was sharp
Cut the dawn in half
One foot in the tango and the other in the hopefully
Who more, who less
Paid dearly for five hundred cheap nights
And traded the family for two obscene-assed mulattos
Who more, who less
Clung to a burning nail to avoid falling
Riddled with kisses like a John Lennon
From Lavapiés
But I went further
I guessed the fortune teller's cards
Bet against myself to avoid getting old
In the Russian roulette of casinos
Not a step back
The sword of Damocles was sharp
Cut the dawn in half
One foot in the rumba and the other in the never again
But I went further
I started to confuse the when and the where
I dressed up as a wise man in front of the mirror
Searched inside the soul for what is hidden
Not a step back
The sword of Damocles was sharp
Cut the dawn in half
One foot in the mambo and the other in the beyond
