La Lola

Lola

La Lola

Her name is Lola and she has a storySe llama Lola y tiene historia
Though more than a story, it’s a poemAunque más que historia, será un poema
Her whole life she spent searchingSu vida entera pasó buscando
For nights of glory, like a lost soulNoches de gloria, como alma en pena

Behind her cloak, of a cold ladyDetrás de su manto, de fría dama
She had hidden, some fierce weaponsTenía escondidas, tremendas armas
For the battles, face to facePara las batallas, del cara a cara
That she fought with an edge, and did quite wellQue con ventaja, muy bien libraba

She had it rough, from hand to handLe fue muy mal, de mano en mano
From mouth to mouth, from bed to bedDe boca en boca, de cama en cama
Like a doll, that wears outComo una muñeca, que se desgasta
She gets old and drags her sorrowSe queda vieja y la pena arrastra

Listen to me, my Lola, my sweet LolaÓyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Your sad life is your sad storyTu triste vida es tu triste historia
But what a way, to walkPero qué manera, de caminar
Look at that pride, in her gazeMira qué soberbia, en su mirar

Listen to me, my Lola, my sweet LolaÓyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Your sad life is your sad storyTu triste vida es tu triste historia
But what a way, to walkPero qué manera, de caminar
Look at that pride, in her gazeMira qué soberbia, en su mirar
Listen to me, my Lola, my sweet LolaÓyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Your sad life is your sad storyTu triste vida es tu triste historia

She was a calm woman, even in the momentFue mujer serena, hasta en el instante
Of giving herself up, to her loversDe entregarse presta, a sus amantes
It’s a time for tears, it’s a time for doubtEs tiempo de llanto, es tiempo de duda
Of nostalgia and her madnessDe nostalgia y de su locura

You have the comfort of knowing you’re fullTienes el consuelo de saberte llena
Of pure affection and sincere loveDe cariño limpio y amor sincero
Because no one knew how to steal your kissesPorque nadie supo, robar de tus besos
That which you have in abundance and no one longs forEso que hoy te sobra y que nadie añora

Listen to me, my Lola, my sweet LolaÓyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Your sad life is your sad storyTu triste vida es tu triste historia
But what a way, to walkPero qué manera, de caminar
Look at that pride, in her gazeMira qué soberbia, en su mirar

Listen to me, my Lola, my sweet LolaÓyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Your sad life is your sad storyTu triste vida es tu triste historia
But what a way, to walkPero qué manera, de caminar
Look at that pride, in her gazeMira qué soberbia, en su mirar
Listen to me, my Lola, my sweet LolaÓyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Your sad life is your sad storyTu triste vida es tu triste historia

It’s the time of wrinkles that don’t forgiveEs el tiempo de la arruga que no perdona
It’s the time of fruit, and of paintEs el tiempo de la fruta, y la pintura