In the pulpería de lucita
I spend the whole afternoon watching the sun go down the boardwalk
there is no greater sadness,
that see her lose her head
with the gringo who stumbles
for a little room of rum.
In Lucita's grocery store,
always the same table, wait for me after eating,
again and again, and always wants to know, what I write in that notebook,
How small I have the letter, and why I do not let it see.
If it's a song for Lucita.
Wait for me on the beach in San Juan del Sur.
It's a song for Lucita,
to remember those evenings kicking
to those who did not know how to drink.
In Lucita's grocery store,
In front of the Masaya lagoon, I have a cup of coffee with my name turned upside down,
and if you look through the mirror in the bar, the reflection sends you, in encrypted message,
the kiss that demands and that will never return.
It's a song for Lucita. Wait for me on the beach in San Juan del Sur.
It's a song for Lucita, to remember those evenings
kicking out those who did not know how to drink.
It's a song for Lucita.
Wait for me on the beach in San Juan del Sur.
It's a song for Lucita,
to remember those evenings kicking
to those who did not know how to drink.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)