Joaquín Sabina 19 Dias y 500 Noches Lyrics English Translation
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Ours lasted
What two ice fish last
In a geisqui on the rocks
Instead of pretending
Or, crash a glass of jealousy
He gave her to laugh
Suddenly I saw myself
Like no one's dog
Barking, at the gates of heaven
He left me a bag of grievances
Honey on the lips
And frost in the hair
They were right
In that, before
The bad guy was me
With one exception
I wanted to love her
And she doesn't
So he left
It left my heart
In the bones
And me on my knees
From the taxi
And, doing an excess
He threw two kisses at me
One per cheek
And I came back
To the curse
From the drawer without your clothes
From the cocktail bars
Cinderella
Balance and corner
And, for those sales
From the fine lain
Paying the bills
Of soulless people
Losing your cool
With cocaine
Going Crazy
The bag and life
I went it, little by little
And what I
So as not to overwhelm with
Flowers to mary
So as not to besy her away
With my anthology
From cold sheets
And empty alcobes
So you don't buy it
With jewelry
Nor be the fantoche
What goes, in pilgrimage
With the brotherhood
From the holy reproach
I loved her so much
That, it took me a long time, to learn
To forget it, nineteen days
And five hundred nights
He said hello and goodbye
And, the slam, it sounded
As a question mark
I suspect that, like this,
He avenged, through oblivion
Cupid of my
I'm not sorry
For what? if you're going to forgive me
Because he doesn't care anymore
He always had a very high forehead
The very long tongue
And the skirt very short
He left me
How they are abandoned
He smashed the glass
From my glasses from afar
He pulled it out of the mirror
His vivid portrait
And, I went, so bullfighting
Down the alleys
From the game and the wine
That, yesterday, the doorman
He kicked me out of the casino
From torrelodones
What a great pity
I would deny the holy sacrament
At the same time
Let her send it to me
And what I
So as not to overwhelm with
Flowers to mary
So as not to besy her away
With my anthology
From cold sheets
And empty alcobes
So you don't buy it
With jewelry
Nor be the fantoche
What goes, in pilgrimage
With the brotherhood
From the holy reproach
I loved her so much
That, it took me a long time, to learn
To forget it, nineteen days
And five hundred nights
And I came back
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