Una calle de París [English translation]

A street in Paris.

It’s not only money what I lost there.

A gamble with my heart;

don’t play games if all you have left is your honour.

And now there is a room

with a painting and a mattress.

A street in Paris.

Its memory is all I got;

a woman’s farewell;

she took the money, the wine and the pleasure.

And in my old room

there are curtains so sunlight doesn’t come in,

sunlight doesn’t come in.

The night took

the paintings, my sanity and my faith,

and it was never seen again

a single colour leaving my paintbrush.

The picture that I painted

with your smile and never finished

was left in the room

and was never seen again.

A street in Paris

reminds me of everything I wasn’t;

the end of a dream

at the night Paris trembled.

And now there is a room

with a painting and a mattress.

A street in Paris.

Its memory is all I got;

a woman’s farewell;

she took the money, the wine and the pleasure.

And in my old room

there are curtains so sunlight doesn’t come in...

sunlight doesn’t come in...

sunlight doesn’t come in...

sunlight doesn’t come in.