Peor Para El Sol

Worse For The Sun

What do you gain by knowing my name?
Every night I have a different one
And following the voice of instinct
I launch myself to search
I imagine, my dear, that a man
Something more, a discreet lover
Who dares to lose respect for me
Don't you want to try?

I live just around the corner
I don't remember if I have a husband
If you skillfully take off my dress
I'll invite you to champagne
I gave the bartender a thousand in tips
Hurry up the beer in one gulp
He guessed who The Temple of Morbidity
Put on this bar

Worse for the Sun
That goes to bed at seven in the cradle
Of the sea to snore
While a servant
Lifts the skirt of the Moon

When we arrived at the entrance we looked for each other
Like two students in heat
One floor before the seventh heaven
The elevator opened
It served us for the last gram
The glass of her wedding photo
Even the fashion show
Of underwear was not missing

In my house nothing is forbidden
But don't fall in love
With the dawn you'll have to leave
Not to return
Forgetting that you have met me
That once you were in my bed
There are love whims that a lady
Should not have

Worse for the Sun
That goes to bed at seven in the cradle
Of the sea to snore
While a servant
Lifts the skirt of the Moon

It's better, I asked her, that you be quiet
I don't like to invest in fantasies
Your hips have brought me here
Not your heart
And then, why more details?
You know, drinks, laughter, excesses
How can so many kisses fit
In one song?

I returned to the bar the next night
To toast with her empty chair
I ordered a very cold beer
And then I don't know if I dreamed
Or it was hers the burning
Voice that whispered in my ear
I was dying to see you again, my dear

Worse for the Sun
That goes to bed at seven in the cradle
Of the sea to snore
While a servant
Lifts the skirt of the Moon