El Dia de Tu Boda

There's a sad thought
Like the ironing room
You're so beautiful
They won't forgive you for it.
Nothing is ever the same
After a tour through the provinces
It feels like war
The rain against the corrugated roof.
The guitarist turns into a bum
The piper turns into a loser
And January hit Madrid
And froze the shoeshiner
Who wanted to be a bullfighter.
I'm gonna love you
Like in those Camela songs
I'll stop drinking
And being unfaithful
With the Moon, the crazy Moon
We'll tie our skin
In a child of chalk or sand
The rose has its thorn
Luck has its ups and downs
I don't get your drama
Nor you my records... and full throttle.
The guitarist...