Tirado En La Estación
Viejas Locas
Lying at the Station
My burden and my boots are empty now,
The night is over but it didn't dawn,
I'm here sitting alone very calm,
The train is not approaching, my patience is over
And here I am,
I'm lying at the station
After a great night
One doesn't want more,
With beer and olives I had a great time
Now I'm sitting alone on the platform,
I don't know how I got here if I fell in a bar
But I am, but I am
I'm lying at the station.
