El Fin de fiesta [English translation]

One of those never ending stories

commemorated today in my voice

tells how a poor singer

never managed to make history.

He went from town to town randomly

and gave up his life on the stage:

a song is worth tuppence

now it's clappiing for bulería1

The night of the power cut

just three or four medium candles lit the room

between one song and the next

the lowly singer

can hardly see anything.

And right then you came in,

a serene source of light,

immortal sin, everlasting

mute I shall never sing

if it is not for that woman

I am just a sea of silence.

Time passed, cold and rapid,

and he found fortune and class,

a respected and noble great lord

he made himself loved,

he lived in grand style.

Each night he went to a café

to hear the artists

reputed to be a flatterer knave, unfaithful lover, and a good lyricist.

Another stormy night,

just one candle is left standing in The Austrias' café2.

suddenly something happened:

a ballet dancer became silent

as if half hypnotised.

The looked at each other again,

he silent and she immobile.

This time there was no misfortune

More wrinkles and more love

ended up living

together at the end of the party.

At the end of the party

At the end of the party

At the end of the party

1. flamenco dancing song with much clapping2. Las Austrias is a hotel in Madrid