Dejame Tranquilo

No lover is ever perfect
nor has the right smile.
Doesn't always say the sweet word;
sometimes doesn't even know how to make love.
But the magic of the moment
touches his blues very well.

There are days when I fall apart
like the shadow of a ruined widow.
I live in danger of biting my gums,
of remembering that I'm just a wounded man.

And you know, how I wish for a cigarette
that burns for ten years,
drink my life in sips
as if it were a barrel.

And well, to you, who has seen me
with the rheumatism of those nights,
don't pay to know
how your puberty went in those blues.
In the end, you'll always hate them.

Don't follow me, don't tempt me,
don't ask me to undress you, no...

I don't need a lover now,
leave me alone.
I want to look at my own doubts
from the bridge of courage,
throw myself into the night
from the night I come.
I could kiss your waist,
adore you, but no.
Every word would be a fire,
a serious insinuation;
and I hide in silence
in silence I live.
I don't need a lover now,
leave me alone.
I want to look at my own doubts
from the bridge of courage;
wake up with your absence,
so much absence, I say!