Sola
Parece que no, que no ama que no adora
Que rehusa la mirada del Sol
Solita verá
Se acordaba de los pasos, de los pasos en falso
Del engaño que algún día sufrió
Solita vendrá
No lloraba no, no mojaba sus mejillas
No gustaba del sonido del mar
Quién fuese su mar
Su juego, su esclavo, el vino en el buche
Sus ojos mi espera
Su hambre de amores, sus tristes dolores
Su simple confesor
Su rato de ocio, el vaso hasta el fondo
La lluvia en su piel
Alone
It seems that no, that he does not love, that he does not adore
That refuses the gaze of the Sun
Alone she will see
He remembered the steps, the missteps
Of the deception that he once suffered
She will come alone
He didn't cry, no, he didn't wet his cheeks
I didn't like the sound of the sea
Who was his sea
His game, his slave, the wine in his mouth
Your eyes are waiting for me
His hunger for love, his sad pains
His simple confessor
Your leisure time, the glass to the bottom
The rain on your skin