Pistolas Al Amanecer
Mi soledad madruga a veces
Se levanta antes que yo
Y me deja el desayuno en la cama
De su lado del colchón
Acomoda los recuerdos
Junta leña si es abril
Si su prima la tristeza me visita
Jura que reza por mí
Pero algunas noches verdugas
La reto a duelo sin fe
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer
Algunas noches me canso
La reto a duelo sin fe
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer
Mi soledad usa tacos altos
No sé si estoy a su altura
Hago planes abrazado a su cintura
Que es consuelo y es estrago
Mi mascota cuando llueve
Camarada en el alcohol
Se hace un picnic con mis lágrimas flaquitas
Mientras me seca el sudor
Pero algunas noches verdugas
La reto a duelo sin fe
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer
Algunas noches me canso
La reto a duelo sin fe
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer
Y a la hora de los bifes
Cuando apura el porvenir
Le pregunto si me va a cuidar de viejo
Y no sabe que decir
Pero algunas noches verdugas
La reto a duelo sin fe
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer
Algunas noches me canso
La reto a duelo sin fe
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer
Y pistolas al amanecer
Y pistolas, al amanecer
Guns at Dawn
My loneliness wakes up early sometimes
Gets up before I do
And leaves breakfast in bed for me
From her side of the mattress
She arranges the memories
Collects firewood if it's April
If her cousin sadness comes to visit me
She swears she prays for me
But some nights, executioners
I challenge her to a duel without faith
We both choose godfathers
And guns at dawn
Some nights I get tired
I challenge her to a duel without faith
We both choose godfathers
And guns at dawn
My loneliness wears high heels
I don’t know if I measure up
I make plans wrapped around her waist
Which is comfort and destruction
My pet when it rains
Buddy in the booze
She has a picnic with my skinny tears
While she dries my sweat
But some nights, executioners
I challenge her to a duel without faith
We both choose godfathers
And guns at dawn
Some nights I get tired
I challenge her to a duel without faith
We both choose godfathers
And guns at dawn
And at the hour of the stakes
When the future presses
I ask her if she’ll take care of me when I’m old
And she doesn’t know what to say
But some nights, executioners
I challenge her to a duel without faith
We both choose godfathers
And guns at dawn
Some nights I get tired
I challenge her to a duel without faith
We both choose godfathers
And guns at dawn
And guns at dawn
And guns, at dawn