Calle Melancolia [English translation]

Like the one that travels

On the back of a sombre mare

Over the route of the town

Won't you ask where?

I seek perhaps an encounter

to brighten up my day

But I don't find anything but doors

That deny what they hide away

The factory chimnies pour

There vomit of smoke upto a sky

that each time seems to be

Higher up and further away

Across their ocre walls

the juice spills out

from the fruit of a human

that's grown in the asphalt turf

Now the fields will be green

It must be spring...

Passing right before my eyes

Goes a runaway train

The neighbourhood where I live

Is no kind of prairie

Just a desolate landscape

Of antennaes and telephone wires

I live in number 7

Melancholy street

I've been wanting to move for years

To the neighbourhood of happiness

But each time I try to

The train has already left

So I sit down on the stairwell

And whistle my melody

Like the one that get's on board

Of a boat that's driven mad

That comes during the nighttime

And goes out to the middle of nowhere

As such, my feet descend

the slope of the forgotten

Fatigued of so much walking

without ever finding you

Later

on returning home

I light up a cigarette

order my papers

resolve a crossword puzzle

I get angry with the shadows

That inhabit the corridor

And I throw my arms round the empty space

That you leave in my bed

I climb from your memory

Like a vine creeper

That never finds any windows

To cling on to

I'm that absurd disease

that the pavements also suffer

If you every want to find me

You already know where I'll be

I live in number 7

Melancholy street

I've been wanting to move for years

To the neighbourhood of happiness

But each time I try to

The train has already left

So I sit down on the stairwell

And whistle my melody