Noches del Long Play

Don't think that at this point I still like to remember
stories that happened long before, long before yesterday,
but this is what happened, you can believe that what I tell was as it was
although maybe it didn't happen as it should have happened.

Don't think this is the return of a ghost from the past.
I'm just a messenger, another link in this long chain
that this time I had to fulfill the mission, if possible, in my own way
to tell how the wheel started turning back then like a rolling stone.

It was the nights of the 'Long Play'.
It was the nights of the 'Long Play'.
My life in two halves, sailing between two seas.
It was the nights of the 'Long Play'.

Descending almost twenty steps that pushed us to the bottom of the sky
the streets dragged us from one neighborhood to another, over and over again.
While every night the nights drank the music of the guitars.
That's how things were then, as they still are now, very strange.

Hopes were lit when the lamps went out,
time passed silently, as time always passes.
The lamps that light up are hopes extinguished,
if your memory is the night, the night will be your worn-out memory.

But 'Yiyi' left, ruined by a dream. For being good, he lost.
'Yiyi' left, memories are black rags. Disguises of yesterday.
'Yiyi' died.
'Yiyi' died where men close the nights for the last time he hugged me.

It was the nights of the 'Long Play'.
It was the nights of the 'Long Play'.
My life in two halves, sailing between two seas.
It was the nights of the 'Long Play'.

(Solo)

Songs are memories, and memories are always sad
Now I know what the night is when someone you love is no longer there.
Someone who fell in their own fall and left without reproach.
If you keep something beautiful in life, let it be the secret that only you know.

End of a century from another century beyond by nineteen eighty-three.
Death sold glory for some unfinished songs,
hell is our past, everything we failed to be
It turns out that at the end of the story the madmen had their reason to be.

It was the nights of the 'Long Play'.
It was the nights of the 'Long Play'.
My life in two halves, sailing between two seas.
It was the nights of the 'Long Play'.

(Solo)