Ni A La Esquina
Los Caballeros de la Quema
Not Even Around the Corner
Bitter lie: the wine doesn't help
I drank a river and you're still here
laughing in this empty chair
And the waiter barefoot starts to hose down.
And it's the same old story... it bends and breaks,
at night everything is kisses and carnival,
but the rooster crows and we become masters
in this awful art of hurting.
And off we go, with this love that doesn't even go around the corner,
blindly searching for a lifeline in the sea.
With this love that bit the curb,
uphill and pedaling poorly.
Dawn breaks and the sun, executioner,
eats raw the shadows of the bar.
Boozers ironing bills.
"the one at the door boss... to not give up..."
I head out into the frost, I climb to eighty.
Making zigzags I reach your balcony.
You deserve coats that I don't have today...
while I knit, keep this song.
With this love that doesn't even go around the corner,
blindly searching for a lifeline in the sea.
With this love that bit the curb,
uphill and pedaling poorly.
Uphill and pedaling poorly
