Ah, Dolors, take me to the ball,
Today that everybody is coming, today is when we have to go.
Ah, Dolors, I'll come by the twilight
I'll drive to your place and I'll wait for you downstairs.
And, Dolors, today there will be no glances of complicity across the crowd
nor, Dolors, any distracted finger caressing a back.
Today, Dolors, I'll play a rhythm with my hands
While you get yet another pair of drinks.
Today, Dolors, request a theme to the singer,
One that makes fun of you and me and of this story that has slowly been fading.
Come on, Dolors, today we'll be two grown-up kids,
No more nonsense, no more pretending to be special.
One, two, three; one, two, three; cha cha cha
Heel-toe, heel-toe, and start over again.
And, Dolors, no one will expect any sweet scene in front of any entrance hall,
Nor, Dolors, will any great truths be revealed at the dawn.
Today, Dolors, we'll sway our bodies to the beat
Of a an accelerated drum, of a great bass line.
Today, Dolors, request a theme to the singer,
One that makes fun of you and me and of this story that is no longer important.
One that defines us in three chords,
One that explains us to posterity,
One that consciously marks the end
Dolors, one that seems to be never ending.
Dolors, one that seems to be never ending.
Dolors, one that seems to be never ending.