Por el bulevar de los sueños rotos [English translation]

On the boulevard of broken dreams

lives a lady in a red poncho,

silver hair and dark flesh.

Ardent mulatto with liberal tongue

a brave cat under a tiger skin

with a voice out of full moon light beams.

Along the boulevard of broken dreams

the earthquakes go by

and there's a tequila for every question.

When Austin sits at the piano

Diego Rivera, pencil in hand,

drawing Frida Kahlo in nude.

[Chorus:]

Escaped from the prison of love,

from a delirium of alcohol,

from a thousand sleepless nights.

The heart left in Madrid

Who knows how to laugh

the way Chavela cries!

Along the boulevard of broken dreams

the smitten walk inconsolable,

begging St Anthony for kisses

Lay your hand here on me Macorina

Your worshipers praying at bars,

black dove of excesses.

Along the boulevard of broken dreams

a tear wets age-old photos

and a song fooling fear.

The miseries aren't miserable

when Chavela Vargas sings about them

and a certain José Alfredo writes about them.

(chorus)

The miseries aren't miserable

when Chavela Vargas sings about them

and a certain José Alfredo writes about them.

(chorus)

Along the boulevard of broken dreams...