20 de Noviembre
Deje el cigarro en mi cama,
Un almanaque detrás,
Te pido no grites tanto,
Mi corazón no da mas.
Creo que es 20 de noviembre,
Del año `93.
Y aun estas lastimado,
Sobre tu cara se ven.
Las luces de estar opaco,
Tienes los ojos manchados.
Vamos, límpiate la cara,
Ponte presentable.
Y acomoda tu corbata,
Y vamos a caminar.
Ya no hay quien nos cubra,
Y las cosas son así.
Bajo este cielo techo,
Lastimarse no vale la pena,
Almenos esta noche quiero volverla a ver.
Y acomoda tu corbata,
Y vamos a caminar
Deja de beber ese vino,
Bebamos este que es mucho mejor.
November 20th
Left the cigarette on my bed,
An almanac behind,
I ask you not to yell so much,
My heart can't take it anymore.
I think it's November 20th,
Of the year '93.
And you're still hurt,
On your face it shows.
The dim lights,
You have stained eyes.
Come on, clean your face,
Get presentable.
And fix your tie,
And let's go for a walk.
There's no one to cover us now,
And things are like that.
Under this sky roof,
It's not worth getting hurt,
At least tonight I want to see her again.
And fix your tie,
And let's go for a walk.
Stop drinking that wine,
Let's drink this one that's much better.