Strange as a duck in the Manzanares (=a river of Madrid),
clumsy as a suicidal without vocation,
absurd as a Belgian by soleares (=singing flamenco),
vacuum as an island without Robinson,
dark as a tunnel without express train,
black as the angels of Machin (a reference to the song "Angelitos negros" by Antonio Machin)
febrile as the love letter of a prisoner,
So am I, so I am, without you.
Lost as a recruit on a day of permission,
as a Saint without paradise,
as the eye of the mannequin,
sullen as a dandy with stains
like a boat without stowaways...,
so I am without you
Sadder than a bullfighter
on the other side of the iron curtain.
So am I, so I am, without you.
Beaten as an old man who loses playing the tute (a spanish card game)
lascivious as Kiss of the Colonel,
Slinky as the Lute when he was the Lute,
restless as a priest in a brothel,
wandering as a taxi through the desert,
burned as Chernovil's sky,
lonely as a poet at the airport...
so am I, so I am, without you.
Useless as a seal triplicated,
as the semen of the hanged,
as the book of the future,
violent as a child without birthday,
as the perfume of disappointment...,
so I am without you.
Sadder than a bullfighter
on the other side of the iron curtain.
So am I, so I am, without you.
Bitter as the wine of the exiled,
as the pensioner's Sunday,
as a civil wedding,
macabre as the belly of missiles,
like a bird in a parade...,
so I am without you
Much more sad than a bullfighter
on the other side of the iron curtain.
So am I, so I am, without you.