La Madrugada (feat. Alberto Echagüe)

The night spins on the schedule
Of the sleepless and sad
Clock of the bell tower
The tram's sorrow rolls
How lonely it looks
In blue melancholy

And a ghost of mist
Wraps in a fine
Twilight the café

The night cries in its agony
I search where I go
I don't know, I don't know

Could it be the sad and distant
Bitterness that was
Like a light
In my shadow?
Could it be her old window?
Could it be her voice calling my name?

Could it be the defeated friend
Who just yesterday
Gave me a crying hug?

I don't know what I'm looking for
Endlessly
That in your twilight
I must find