Sintiéndolo Mucho (feat. Joaquín Sabina)

Finally, yesterday the dreaded moment arrived
To take stock of my life and finish this song
Instead of rubbing salt and vinegar in the wounds
I'll once again pluck up the courage

You won't see me in Benidorm with the senior citizens' program
No one has to explain to me
That two plus two doesn't add up to four
That poetry is the attic of a metaverse
Where muses undress
Like albatrosses

I have nothing to forget from my past
That's why I hope that forgetfulness
Doesn't forget who I was
I've given more than what some have stolen from me
Without forgetting the one who forgot about me

I've always wanted to grow old without dignity
Even though the rifle has no bullets left
If the heart doesn't rhyme with reality
I change course feeling it a lot

Many thought they had written me off
When I traveled from the WiZink Center on a stretcher to the hospital
With Serrat's fingers intertwined
Restoring my desire to sing

Yesterday's bread is not a good dessert for today
Monday is the time to reinvent and take risks
Since Fernando has painted me in this movie just as I am
A gambler who never tires of taking chances

I've always wanted to grow old without dignity
Even though the rifle has no bullets left
If the heart doesn't rhyme with reality
I change tack feeling it a lot

Although something is lost between dream and paper
And it hurts more with the years when I listen to myself
Pretending to be a great dirty old man
And the old part, feeling it a lot

I've always wanted to grow old without dignity
Even though the rifle has no bullets left
If the heart doesn't rhyme with reality
I burn my bridges feeling it a lot