Borrachos de Sueño

There's a tale in this legend
That a sad chord got hurt
I think it got lost for asking for forgiveness

For talking about friends instead of love
For crying its note in this song

Don't call me pretty and don't waste my time
'Cause maybe tomorrow will be better
I open the window and the sun rises early
There won't be a hangover in my heart
That trembles
And when you understand me
You'll know it's a sin
To roll the dice on our table
That we've mutilated what makes no sense

Drunk on dreams and the phone still on
Talking all night, we fell asleep
What will become of you, what will become of me when you're gone
And the last of my senses you've drunk away
And while in the ranches they promise to satisfy what I never forget
With the mezcal from the wise, brand Cupid
What will become of you, what will become of me when you're gone
Who will dream for us the lost dreams?

A sane man said: Hang yourself with that rope
And with that rope, he committed suicide
A sad chord and an E minor
That got hurt in all this storytelling
And today it's remembered in this song

Don't call me pretty, I don't care
To confuse what we have with love
I open the window and the sun rises early
There won't be a hangover in my heart
That trembles
And when you understand me
You'll know it's a sin
To roll the dice on our table
That we've mutilated what makes no sense

Drunk on dreams and the phone still on
Talking all night, we fell asleep
What will become of you, what will become of me when you're gone
And the last of my senses you've drunk away
And while in the ranches they promise to satisfy what I never forget
With the mezcal from the wise, brand Cupid
What will become of you, what will become of me when you're gone
Who will dream for us the lost dreams?

Who will dream for us the lost dreams?
Who will dream for us the lost dreams?
Who will dream for us the lost dreams?
Who will dream for us the lost dreams?