La Llamada
Óyeme, el niño ya nació, yo estoy bien
Lo malo ya pasó. Y no temas, ella
Nunca lo sabrá, disimula, no volveré a llamar.
No hubo amor, no sé como ocurrió,
Soledad, tristeza qué sé yo.
Sin embargo no me puedo despedir
Sin que sepas que se parece a ti.
Dame un poco de tu vida, dos palabras
Solo una postal, cumpleaños y por Reyes,
Un balón de plástico al chaval.
Ponte aquél, tu fiel pijama a rayas,
De mañana besa a tu mujer
Y si acaso escuchas mi llamada contesta aquí no es.
Si un balón rodase hasta tus pies,
Dáselo, no temas porque ayer
He guardado tu retrato y no sabrá
Ni quién eres y hoy ya lo olvidé.
Dame un poco de tu vida, dos palabras
Solo una postal, cumpleaños y por Reyes,
Un balón de plástico al chaval.
The Call
Listen to me, the child is already born, I'm fine
The bad has passed. And don't be afraid, she
Will never know, pretend, I won't call again.
There was no love, I don't know how it happened,
Loneliness, sadness, what do I know.
However, I can't say goodbye
Without you knowing he looks like you.
Give me a bit of your life, two words
Just a postcard, for birthdays and for Reyes,
A plastic ball for the kid.
Put on that, your faithful striped pajamas,
In the morning, kiss your wife
And if you happen to hear my call, don't answer, it's not here.
If a ball were to roll to your feet,
Give it to him, don't be afraid because yesterday
I kept your picture and she won't know
Who you are and today I already forgot.
Give me a bit of your life, two words
Just a postcard, for birthdays and for Reyes,
A plastic ball for the kid.