El Molino

I met you at the exit at the door of that cabaret
a joyful night of partying and drinking
we searched all the bars in the city center
the lie of a world you dream of but never comes true.

We had a lot of money and time to act tough
without realizing that this life attacks treacherously
the imposture was uncovered and it turned out that in the end
neither I was so arrogant nor you so fatal.

And the dreamed world was an illusion
and the best friend a rogue
because everything is sold to the highest bidder
and in the cheapest, honor.

We suffered afterwards the certainty
among so many happy swindlers
that you, nor I, nor anyone was better
if we are all thieves, the only crime can be
getting caught red-handed.

With the great hangover of disappointment
each one in the light of a lamppost
the worn-out mascara of the night owl
stopped being charming, my love.

And so the champagne sealed a goodbye
each one in the light of a lamppost
I know it was the best for both of us, you and I.