Malpaís

For that memory I have of you
I keep thinking bad things here
and I fill myself with voices and memories
that bring me your gypsy eyes.

I take a drink at the bar of the damned
and I get lost in the night that calls you
and between the darkness and delusions
I love you again, girl, at low tide.

And in the bad words of your body,
in mortal sin I surrender my soul.
Maybe it was just a game of desire
but he who starts badly ends badly.

In this Bad Country, which is paradise,
where the sea ignites like a bonfire,
where the forgotten cats go
when the wind is your calm and my wait.

Where the road is short and eternal
between clouds of salt and mountain range
your story was left behind, in the truths
and lies that the tide drags.

There in your Bad Country where I don't exist,
where I keep waiting for you at the door,
will it be my fault or will it be destiny
that I no longer know if I'm coming or going.

Or if the love I loved and lost in the wind
was just the song of your seafaring laughter.
I'm left with the red of that dying sun
there in your Bad Country, burning the sky.