Cantalojas

Over the Cantalojas bridge
At ten minutes to twelve
A drunk man has appeared
To see a train depart,
His gaze was sad
For his love has left with it.
A girl from Las Cortes
Tired of living
Putting up with this drunk man
Has left for Madrid;
She no longer wants to give more kisses
Disguised in carmine.
Over the Cantalojas bridge
At ten minutes to twelve
A drunk man has appeared
To see a train depart;
His gaze was sad
For his love has left with it.
On the bridge, the silence can be cut
He broke a bottle and started crying,
And he walks away, looking for a home
If the moon guides him, he may find it.