Mi Cama
Todos se acuestan me quedo solo
todas se acuestan y no es conmigo
yo me pregunto que hago aquí tirado
sentado en este bordillo
siempre que se acaba la última copa
siempre que bebe del último vaso
siempre que le espera la señora
siempre que le echan de todos los antros
Pero sé que hay algunos, algunos barrios
que ni de noche son gatos pardos
que sueñan que vuelan
que nadie le está esperando
que exprimen fuerte la madrugada
a ver si sale el sol por la cara
buscando la vida
que la cosa está mu mala, mu mala, mu mala...
donde estará ahora mi cama
donde quiera que esté mi cama es mía
tu cama es tuya
y ahora estoy caliente y tú no estás fria
porque no te olvidas hoy de tu cama
porque la mía la tengo vacía
y acosta de tu whisky me pongo borracho
a costa de tu escote me pongo fino
que tengo las ideas por los suelos
y esta noche aún no las he recogido.
Pero yo sé que hay algunos, algunos barrios
que ni de noche son gatos pardos
que sueñan que vuelan
que nadie les está esperando
que exprimen fuerte a la madrugada
a ver si sale ilusión por la cara
buscando la vida que la cosa está mu mala, mu mala, mu mala...
My Bed
Everyone goes to bed, I stay alone
everyone goes to bed and it's not with me
I wonder what I'm doing here lying down
sitting on this curb
whenever the last drink is over
whenever he drinks from the last glass
whenever the lady is waiting for him
whenever he's kicked out of all the clubs
But I know there are some, some neighborhoods
that are not even black cats at night
that dream they're flying
that no one is waiting for them
that squeeze the early morning hard
to see if the sun comes out on their face
looking for life
that things are really bad, really bad, really bad...
where is my bed now
wherever my bed is, it's mine
your bed is yours
and now I'm warm and you're not cold
why don't you forget about your bed today
because mine is empty
and thanks to your whiskey I get drunk
thanks to your cleavage I get fancy
my ideas are on the floor
and tonight I haven't picked them up yet.
But I know there are some, some neighborhoods
that are not even black cats at night
that dream they're flying
that no one is waiting for them
that squeeze the early morning hard
to see if hope comes out on their face
looking for life because things are really bad, really bad, really bad...