Ronda

At night I roam the city
Looking for you without finding you
In the midst of glances I spy
In all the bars you are not

I return home dejected
Disenchanted with life
The dream gives me joy
In it you are

Ah! If I had someone who loved me
That someone would tell me
Give up, this search is futile
I wouldn't give up

However, with perfect patience
I keep looking for you, I will find you
Drinking with other women
Rolling a dice, playing pool

And on that day, then
It will be in the first edition
Blood scene in a bar
From St. John Avenue