Pongamos Que Hablo de Martínez

We were closing, one by one, four bars
Montevideo, it was already dawn
You predicted glitter and ultramarine for me
And upon returning from the bathroom, who wouldn't believe you?

Disoriented and confusing vocations
I was a prisoner in my dilettante joy
I went to Madrid, with my guitar and my songs
Following your delirious advice

And now that twenty-two Decembers have passed
Since that crazy night that sealed my fate
This song, better late than never
I write it to thank you

And although I know well that with your Alatriste demeanor
You are shy about the confession of drunkenness
I believe you know that the gift you gave me
Changed my whole life

I love you much more than I tell you
I see you much less than I would like
And like me, a pack of thirsty ones
That you picked up along the road

I owe you 'The Milonga of the Jewish Moor'
And another tour through the Madrid of excesses
Where I learned to tame over a hundred delusions
And steal over a thousand kisses

I have the detail of disguising your last name
And whoever wants to guess it, let them guess
To name who I am grateful to
Let's say I'm talking about Martínez

And although I know well that with your Alatriste demeanor
You are shy about the confession of drunkenness
I believe you know that the gift you gave me
Changed my whole life

I believe you know that the gift you gave me
Changed my whole life