It took my thirst,
my kisses, my bread,
my violence, my passion
now where will I go
with a lock
the place of heart
I lost it by K.O.
with the champion
disappeared from the ring,
'do not look for me, ciao',
written left
in the mirror with carmine.
And the dogs of the market
they barked when listening
The ballad of the abandoned
with an out of tune saxophone,
the song they sing
from bar to bar
those who drink to forget.
'Have a drink more'
'I'm sorry Mr,
but we close at three. '
They were Cutty Sark?
two thousand, please,
we invaded the coffee.
'I already told you that
your girl is not,
he came but he left
What do I know with whom?
they paid and in peace,
my name is not Sherlock Holmes. '
And the cats of the market
they meowed when listening.
The ballad of the abandoned
with a detuned guitar
the song they sing
from bar to bar
those who drink to forget.
The radiocassette
from a taxi he spat
an old blues of B. B. King
about a guy who
out of jealousy he killed,
beibi, in Menphis (Tennesse).
And the rats of the market
They jumped when listening.
The ballad of the abandoned
with an out of tune heart,
the song they sing
from bar to bar
those who drink to forget.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)