El Blues de la Soledad
Miguel Rios
The Blues of Loneliness
That song was to blame
that a taxi driver whistled at me.
Do you know if that cafe still exists?
how was I supposed to know
that you would be playing there
on the same piano
ten years later for me.
Nights of rage and youth
soaked in blues.
I didn't tell you that you looked prettier
nor did you the usual
'kid, you look so young!'.
And we finally finished the bottle
that we left half a century ago.
Will you stay for the performance?
I still know our song.
It says that the blues is a state of mind
a manual to learn how to cry
the soundtrack of heartbreak
a cat in heat hidden in an alley.
In the same club
in the warmth of the blues of loneliness...
the rain has brought us back together.
To think that a taxi pushed me
to take you out of the trunk.
Preserved in naphthalene
your hips, the alcohol
Don't tell me it crashed
in the back seat of a blue Volkswagen
our blues.
Don't ask more questions
stop forgetting
charge into life
like a storm.
To the place where you were happy
it's better not to try to return.
A song is two erasers
connected to the heart.
It says that the blues is a state of mind
a manual to learn how to cry
the soundtrack of heartbreak
a cat in heat hidden in an alley.
In the same club
in the warmth of the blues of loneliness...
(repeat)
A song is two erasers
connected to the heart.
