Pago mi renta con un poco de blues

Paying my rent with a little bit of blues
night ship brings love to my arms
piano sounds on walnut boards
the bar fades away in two beats...
old friends' music
anchored to the world by a sip of rum.

Paying my rent with a little bit of blues
collapsed on my bed
your tide of flesh is eternal
alcoholic fairy bathed by the moon of your thirty-three
tus rasguños en mi rostro
are words of a clean poem
clean as the sky of your eyes.

Paying my rent with coins from my cheapened soul
from my soul recharged on the walls of a dream
from my hungry music soul
lost in the hearts of taciturn drinkers
from my soul embodied in a dusty stage.

Love:
should we cross burning bridges...
the black cities sealed with our sweet spirits...
longing for the peace of another world...
united in the antechamber of hell...?
Smoking and laughing!?
Smoking and laughing, stepping on enthusiasm cigarette butts...
Love:
you and I intense
we have torn ourselves apart
for a little bit of blues.

We leave nothing to the Lord.
We leave nothing to the Lord.
We leave nothing to the Lord.