Peces de Ciudad

She combed her hair like a Garçon
The traveler who wanted to teach me how to kiss at the Gare d'Austerlitz
Spring of a love
Yellow and fleeting, like the summer sun of San Martín
Some say it was me
The first to forget

When in a B flat of Jacques Brel
I missed the Pom of Amsterdam
In the frivolous New York
Casts more shadow than the lemon trees
The Statue of Liberty
But in Desolation Row
The sirens of the oil tankers

Don't let you laugh and cry
And in the chorus of Babel
A Spanish voice sings off-key
There's no law (no law) but the law of treasure
In King Solomon's mines
And defying the waves without rudder or helmsman
My dreams go
Lightly packed, on a nutshell

My heart traveling
Displaying the tattoos of a buccaneer past
Of a boarding sailboat, of a no
Of a no, I don't want to love you
And how to escape when there are no islands left to shipwreck
To the country where the wise retire

From the offense of seeking lips
That drive you crazy
Lies that win trials so summary that they degrade
The glass of the city fish
That lost their guts
On a pile of junk
On a beach without sea
The gold was a shampoo

Virtue, arms crossed and sin a website
In Comala I understood
That the place where you were happy
You shouldn't try to return
When on a regular flight
I stepped on the sky of Madrid
My feet on the ground were waiting for me
They didn't remember me

And defying the waves without rudder or helmsman
My dreams go
Lightly packed, on a nutshell
My heart traveling (heart traveling)
Displaying the tattoos of a buccaneer past
Of a boarding sailboat, of a no
Of a no, I don't want to love you

And how to escape when there are no islands left to shipwreck
To the country where the wise retire
From the offense of seeking lips
That drive you crazy (drive you crazy)
Lies that win trials so summary that they degrade
The glass of the city fish
That lost their guts (lost their guts)
On a pile of junk (a pile of junk)
Swimming
To avoid crying