Al Final de La Tarde
Los Angeles Negros
At the End of the Afternoon
The afternoon falls here on the beach
And in the distance the Sun bathes
Then it moves away, disappears
New loves have begun
Old loves have ended
And there in the sand everything has remained
Why do I want a memory
That fills me with pain
I don't want to see your face anymore
Drawn here in the sea
Why do I want your lips
If I already know how bitter they are
And why do I want to kiss them
And why am I crying
It's the end of another day
Where I am alone in the sea
Soon the shadows will come
Why do I want a memory
That fills me with pain
I don't want to see your face anymore
Drawn here in the sea
Why do I want your lips
If I already know how bitter they are
And why do I want to kiss them
And why am I crying
And why am I crying
And why am I crying
