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The Waitress

Paul Thin

La Camarera

Se me acabaron las flores
Pa' poder regalarte
Y me quedé sin minutos
Para poder alcanzarte
Y malgasté to' mi tiempo
En tiempos cobardes
Y no tuve cojones
De enseñarte mi mejor parte

Sentado en la barra del bar
Esperando mi tapa
Pusieron a puchito unas chavalas en el vinilo
Me levanté a ver que pasa
A ver quien lo colocaba
Y me perdí en la sonrisa
De la chica que lo bailaba

Se me acabaron las flores
Pa' poder regalarte
Y me quedé sin minutos
Para poder alcanzarte
Y malgaste to' mi tiempo
En tiempos cobardes
Y no tuve cojones de enseñarte mi mejor parte

Y buscamos colegios
Para la primera niña
Una casa al lao del parque
Pa' toda una vida
Un loco dijo boda
Y nosotros caímos
Pasando una vida
Junto al otro fallecimos

Pero abrí los ojos
Y todo era un sueño
Un sueño de vida
Que ocurre en cuentos
Miré a la barra
Tenía mi tapa
Y a la camarera

Bailando salsa
Toda una vida
Con la que me puso la cuenta
Con su sonrisa me cerró la puerta
Y a ritmo de sevillanas
Se daba la vuelta

Se me acabaron las flores
Pa' poder regalarte
Y me quedé sin minutos
Para poder alcanzarte
Y malgaste to' mi tiempo
En tiempos cobardes
Y me quedé
Sin ver
A la camarera

The Waitress

I ran out of flowers
To be able to give you
And I ran out of minutes
To be able to reach you
And I wasted all my time
In cowardly times
And I didn't have the balls
To show you my best side

Sitting at the bar
Waiting for my tapa
They put some girls on the vinyl
I got up to see what was happening
To see who was playing it
And I got lost in the smile
Of the girl dancing to it

I ran out of flowers
To be able to give you
And I ran out of minutes
To be able to reach you
And I wasted all my time
In cowardly times
And I didn't have the balls to show you my best side

And we looked for schools
For the first girl
A house next to the park
For a lifetime
A crazy man mentioned marriage
And we fell for it
Spending a lifetime
Together we passed away

But I opened my eyes
And it was all a dream
A dream of life
That happens in stories
I looked at the bar
I had my tapa
And the waitress

Dancing salsa
For a lifetime
The one who gave me the bill
With her smile she closed the door for me
And to the rhythm of Sevillanas
She turned around

I ran out of flowers
To be able to give you
And I ran out of minutes
To be able to reach you
And I wasted all my time
In cowardly times
And I stayed
Without seeing
The waitress

Escrita por: Paulsthin