La canción de las noches perdidas [English translation]

This is the song of lost nights

that is sung to the verge of dawn

with the spirituous-liquor of the good-bye,

and that's why so desperate it sounds.

And watch the song of the lost nights,

if you know that all tastes like almost nothing:

like running in the leotards of life,

and camphor pill asleep on your pillow.

And it has a woman's name,

like solitude*, like consolation*,

the fugitives of duty

can't find a free taxi to go to heavens.

This is the song of lost nights,

it carries a withered chrysanthemum on the lapel,

it goes to your head like certain drinks,

it sticks like a leech to disillusion.

And sing the song of lost nights

it burns like the lighters blue gas,

it's good to pour vinegar on wounds,

it lies the same way all 'boleros' lie.

And it has a woman's name,

like my heart*, like your forgetfulness*,

the fugitives of duty

don't have any other love that the one they lost.

This is the song of lost nights,

if you want, I'll exchange it for a while in your bed,

it boils like the bull-ring on bullfight afternoons,

like kisses on telegrams it goes..

And it has a woman's name,

like the liberty*, like he snow*,

the fugitives of duty

they grab their curse

and they drink it up...