Sin Techo

Almost everything in my life
happened a long time ago
go ahead, I'll follow you
even to hell
years don't teach anything
always the same mistakes
trading with desires
I'm buying illusions.

I was born in the cargo wagon of a train
on a winter day
on a night without sky
I make my destiny at the same time
as I travel
through the world of my dreams

And so I go through my life
that is more out of tune
than my poor guitar
and so I go through life
where will I sleep tonight
where will I rest tomorrow.

While I live and drink in Madrid
my house has no roof
it's a metro staircase
while I drink and die in Madrid
my house has no roof
it's a metro staircase.

Half of my money
spent on alcohol and brothels
the other half wasted
fulfilling ''my duties''
I was never locked up
but it's not to be happy
because with the life I lead
everything is a matter of time.

I used to have a ''dented'' car
a job with no future
dancing with the ugliest
and now I'm a ''tired'' man
mixing whiskey and sadness
on a sidewalkless street.

And so I go through my life
that is more out of tune
than my poor guitar
and so I go through life
where will I sleep tonight
where will I rest tomorrow.

While I live and drink in Madrid
my house has no roof
it's a metro staircase
while I drink and die in Madrid
my house has no roof
it's a metro staircase.

With empty pockets
I walk faster
the heavy dream in my eyes
cobwebs of a bad dream
in the city without hope
the streets are a desert
to all this... the night
has completely closed.

Dawn comes again
and they give us what they want
for what little we have left
soon I won't even be a shadow
I rush into the bathroom
and come out that way.

And so I go through my life
that is more out of tune
than my poor guitar
and so I go through life
where will I sleep tonight
where will I rest tomorrow.

While I live and drink in Madrid
my house has no roof
it's a metro staircase
while I drink and die in Madrid
my house has no roof
it's a metro staircase.

The sky escapes from the sky
even at midday
seven years away from home
nobody gives anything for nothing
life is worth very little
you see how little it's worth
depending on the luck you have
when you live on the streets.

The bullet that will kill me flies
I sided with the devil
even the dogs bark at me
I have nothing left to dream
always from one side to the other
and silence in the end.

And so I go through my life
that is more out of tune
than my poor guitar
and so I go through life
where will I sleep tonight
where will I rest tomorrow.

While I live and drink in Madrid
my house has no roof
it's a metro staircase
while I drink and die in Madrid
my house has no roof
it's a metro staircase.