El Blues Del Perdedor

He forgot about his guitar
and kept that song
that one sleepless night
his heart dictated to him.

For the sake of a secure life
he gave up his vocation
and behind a dark tie
his inspiration fades away.

When the week dies
and the moon replaces the Sun
bohemia calls for him
the song he didn't write.

It's so easy to go back to the past
and cling to an illusion
regret a frustrated love
and what didn't happen.

CHORUS

And his voice is heard with so much pain
canting that loser's blues
that says there's nothing worse
than not listening to the heart.

The truth is so harsh
when he stops singing
when Monday comes and work awaits.

When the heart speaks to us
we must agree with it
because reason deceives
but never the heart.

For the sake of a secure life
he gave up his vocation
and behind a dark tie
his inspiration fades away.

CHORUS

And his voice is heard with so much pain
canting that loser's blues
that says there's nothing worse
than not listening to the heart.

The truth is so harsh
when he stops singing
when Monday comes and work awaits.