On a Freezing Chicago Street
On a freezing Chicago street we shook
Your hands were trembling from all those pills you took
And we got drunk on cheap red wine in a paper cup
And I was barely awake when you got home
And climbed yourself into bed wearing cheap perfume
And Sarah screamed: Your every breath is a gift
If you weren't so selfish than you might want to live
So if your lover should leave, don't get too sad
And don't compose any poems to win her back
Cause when your bird has flown, she'll never return home
Though all your life you'll wait she never will return
En una helada calle de Chicago
En una helada calle de Chicago temblamos
Tus manos temblaban por todas esas pastillas que tomaste
Y nos emborrachamos con vino tinto barato en una taza de papel
Y apenas estaba despierto cuando llegaste a casa
Y te metiste en la cama usando perfume barato
Y Sarah gritó: Cada uno de tus suspiros es un regalo
Si no fueras tan egoísta, quizás querrías vivir
Así que si tu amante se va, no te pongas muy triste
Y no compongas poemas para recuperarla
Porque cuando tu pájaro se haya ido, nunca volverá a casa
Aunque esperes toda tu vida, ella nunca regresará