El Último Vals

The night you left the first
mark of a woman on my moon,
we watched together "The Last Waltz".

Then time started folding the flags,
healing all the doubts,
they closed the Chanel, and a few more bars.

Today at the video store,
renting "Goodfellas"
I don’t know if it was you
or the trace of you that I always lose.

We spent our dreams
on drugs and the dough of the revolution.

And when that old sequence of notes plays,
I feel like Jake La Motta,
taking hits but never going down.

And when that old melody plays,
I think we were heroes for a day,
always betting on the losing side.

The night you started the third
world war in my belly,
we watched together "The Last Waltz".

Then it was easy to make me lie,
leave one last hit pending,
getting tangled in the hair of the flowers of evil.

Today at the video store,
renting a Scorsese flick,
I don’t know if it was you
or the memory I keep of you
that you don’t deserve.