El Country de La Soledad
Las Pastillas del Abuelo
The Country of Loneliness
Oh! The stars look at me
without much brightness.
The trees and the wind
agree
to make me shut up.
In this sad package
I only have one cigarette left...
and my damn head
can't stop missing you.
The moon warns me:
"Oh! What a night awaits you!"
As if it knew what was going to happen.
The lights of the windows
turn on little by little
and the neighbors, like crazy,
go out to dance...
to the rhythm of the country of loneliness.
Maybe I don't have you in front of me
to caress your lips.
Maybe among all the people
I can't find you.
The crickets sing to me wildly,
on the edge of this shadow
that is lovesick.
My heart calls out to you
on the shores of this lake,
and the colorful fish, in black and white,
don't stop jumping...
to the rhythm of the country of loneliness.
It's your voice that melts my soul
and I can't hear.
It's your body that makes me lose my calm
and I can't embrace.
To the rhythm of the country of loneliness.
