No Me Despaches Asi
Noche espesa la de anoche y van cuarenta y tres.
No me gana nadie en esto de perder y perder.
pierdo mañanas, pierdo el pelo, pierdo al metegol,
solo frente al arco, me enredé de nuevo los pies . Por eso.
No me despaches así.
No me despaches así.
Hace cuatro vidas que no soy lo que seré,
tengo una oferta del diablo por las próximas tres.
Y juro lo injurable cuando el vino se acabo.
Y viajo de colado en el furgón de mi ultima fe. Por eso.
No me despaches así.
No me despaches así.
Hoy que no queda un gramo de piedad,
Hoy que nos chumba la soledad,
llévame al arrabal de tus caderas,
que estoy tan flaco de rodar y rodar.
No me despaches así.
No me despaches así.
Don't Brush Me Off Like That
Thick night last night and it's forty-three.
No one beats me at this losing game.
I lose mornings, I lose my hair, I lose at foosball,
just in front of the goal, I tangled my feet again. That's why.
Don't brush me off like that.
Don't brush me off like that.
It's been four lifetimes since I've been what I'll be,
I have a devil's offer for the next three.
And I swear the unspeakable when the wine runs out.
And I travel as a stowaway in the van of my last faith. That's why.
Don't brush me off like that.
Don't brush me off like that.
Today when there's not an ounce of mercy left,
Today when loneliness knocks us down,
take me to the outskirts of your hips,
I'm so thin from rolling and rolling.
Don't brush me off like that.
Don't brush me off like that.