This is the song of the lost nights
that is sung at the edge of the dawn
with the liquor of the farewell,
that's why it sounds so desperate.
Come to the song of the lost nights
if you know that everything tastes almost nothing,
a career in the leotards of life,
a camphor ball asleep on the pillow ...
And it has a woman's name
like loneliness, like consolation,
the fugitives of duty
They do not find a free taxi for heaven.
This is the song of the lost nights,
he has a chrysanthemum on his lapel,
it goes to your head like certain drinks,
Lie how all the boleros lie.
And it has a woman's name
like my heart, like your forgetfulness,
the fugitives of duty
They have no more love than they have lost.
This is the song of the lost nights
If you want I'll change it for a while in your bed,
it boils like the ring on evenings of bullfight,
It goes like the kisses in telegrams.
And it has a woman's name
like freedom, like snow,
the fugitives of duty
They take their curse and drink it.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)