Seventy times seven I tried, if I'm long
forever it's because I can not anymore,
I have nothing to lose
only the fear of loneliness.
I'm afraid this time is the end,
goodbye love, goodbye women.
It must be a case of
Character compatibility
Every time I say yes
she, on the other hand, thinks no,
whenever I prefer to sleep
she insists on making love,
If I cheat with a rocket,
she gives it to me with a mod,
every time I strike a poker
She has a colored ladder.
When I propose to leave, he answers me
'not to think about it, home, sweet home'.
I sing something of Bob
Dylan and protest (curse, his roll is the waltz).
If it turns me on, sixty-nine
he shouts at me: 'I want forty-two.'
Whenever it rains in my Tabernillas apartment
the sun shines in his attic.
... Goodbye love, goodbye women.
It must be a case of
Character compatibility
When I moved to Albaicyn
she stayed in her Lavapiés,
if I sing the 'Hala Madrid'
I answered 'Atleti champion'.
(Visca the Barça!)
When I take a step forward
she takes two steps back,
if I'm crazy about a lover
I got a little bromide in the cognac.
Whenever I'm going to kiss her
I'm stopped by a sudden coughing attack,
I try to leave
to smoke, and for my saint he gives me a cardboard.
When I suddenly forget
He swears he's dying for me.
Whenever I finally commit suicide
Immediately after, he feels like living.
Incompatible characters.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)