19 Días Y 500 Noches - Joaquín Sabina

Lo nuestro duró

Lo que duran dos peces de hielo

En un güisqui on the rocks

En vez de fingir

O, estrellarme una copa de celos

Le dio por reír

De pronto me vi

Como un perro de nadie

Ladrando, a las puertas del cielo

Me dejó un neceser con agravios

La miel en los labios

Y escarcha en el pelo

Tenían razón

Mis amantes

En eso de que, antes

El malo era yo

Con una excepción:

Esta vez

Yo quería quererla querer

Y ella no

Así que se fue

Me dejó el corazón

En los huesos

Y yo de rodillas

Desde el taxi

Y, haciendo un exceso

Me tiró dos besos…

Uno por mejilla

Y regresé

A la maldición

Del cajón sin su ropa

A la perdición

De los bares de copas

A las cenicientas

De saldo y esquina

Y, por esas ventas

Del fino Laina

Pagando las cuentas

De gente sin alma

Que pierde la calma

Con la cocaína

Volviéndome loco

Derrochando

La bolsa y la vida

La fuí, poco a poco

Dando por perdida

Y eso que yo

Paro no agobiar con

Flores a María

Para no asediarla

Con mi antología

De sábanas frías

Y alcobas vacías

Para no comprarla

Con bisutería

Ni ser el fantoche

Que va, en romería

Con la cofradía

Del Santo Reproche

Tanto la quería

Que, tardé, en aprender

A olvidarla, diecinueve días

Y quinientas noches

Dijo hola y adiós

Y, el portazo, sonó

Como un signo de interrogación

Sospecho que, así

Se vengaba, a través del olvido

Cupido de mi

No pido perdón

¿para qué?

si me va a perdonar

Porque ya no le importa…

Siempre tuvo la frente muy alta

La lengua muy larga

Y la falda muy corta

Me abandonó

Como se abandonan

Los zapatos viejos

Destrozó el cristal

De mis gafas de lejos

Sacó del espejo

Su vivo retrato

Y, fui, tan torero

Por los callejones

Del juego y el vino

Que, ayer, el portero

Me echó del casino

De Torrelodones

Qué pena tan grande

Negaría el Santo Sacramento

En el mismo momento

Que ella me lo mande

Y eso que yo

Paro no agobiar con

Flores a María

Para no asediarla

Con mi antología

De sábanas frías

Y alcobas vacías

Para no comprarla

Con bisutería

Ni ser el fantoche

Que va, en romería

Con la cofradía

Del Santo Reproche

Tanto la quería

Que, tardé, en aprender

A olvidarla, diecinueve días

Y quinientas noches

Y regresé

A la maldición

Del cajón sin su ropa

A la perdición

De los bares de copas

A las cenicientas

De saldo y esquina

Y, por esas ventas

Del fino Laina

Pagando las cuentas

De gente sin alma

Que pierde la calma

Con la cocaína

Volviéndome loco

Derrochando

La bolsa y la vida

La fuí, poco a poco

Dando por perdida

Y regresé

A la maldición

Del cajón sin su ropa

A la perdición

De los bares de copas

A las cenicientas

De saldo y esquina

Y, por esas ventas

Del fino Laina

Pagando las cuentas

De gente sin alma

Que pierde la calma

Con la cocaína.

ours lasted

How long two ice fish last

In a whiskey on the rocks

instead of pretending

Or, crash a glass of jealousy

she made him laugh

Suddenly I saw myself

Like a nobody's dog

Barking, at the gates of heaven

She left me a vanity case with grievances

The honey on the lips

And frost in your hair

They were right

My lovers

In that, before

the bad guy was me

With one exception:

This time

I wanted to love her to love

and she doesn't

She so she gone

she left my heart

In the bones

and me on my knees

from the taxi

And, doing an excess

She blew me two kisses...

one per cheek

and i came back

to the curse

From the drawer without his clothes

to perdition

From the cocktail bars

to the cinderellas

of balance and corner

And for those sales

From the fine Laina

paying the bills

of soulless people

who loses his cool

with the cocaine

Driving me crazy

wasting

The bag and life

I went, little by little

giving up

and that I

I stop not to overwhelm with

Flowers to Maria

so as not to harass her

with my anthology

of cold sheets

and empty bedrooms

not to buy it

with jewelry

Nor be the puppet

That she goes, on a pilgrimage

with the brotherhood

Of the Holy Reproach

she loved her so much

That, it took me, to learn

To forget her, nineteen days

and five hundred nights

She said hello and goodbye

And, the door slam, she rang

Like a question mark

I suspect so

She took revenge, through oblivion

cupid of me

I do not apologize

for what?

if she will forgive me

Because she doesn't care anymore...

She always held her head high

very long tongue

And the very short skirt

She leave me

how they are abandoned

The old shoes

she shattered the glass

From my glasses from afar

She pulled out of the mirror

his living portrait

And, I was, so bullfighter

through the alleys

Of the game and the wine

That, yesterday, the goalkeeper

She kicked me out of the casino

From Torrelodones

what a great pity

I would deny the Holy Sacrament

In the same moment

that she send it to me

and that I

I stop not to overwhelm with

Flowers to Maria

so as not to harass her

with my anthology

of cold sheets

and empty bedrooms

not to buy it

with jewelry

Nor be the puppet

What's up, on a pilgrimage

with the brotherhood

Of the Holy Reproach

I loved her so much

That, it took me, to learn

To forget her, nineteen days

and five hundred nights

and i came back

to the curse

From the drawer without his clothes

to perdition

From the cocktail bars

to the cinderellas

of balance and corner

And for those sales

From the fine Laina

paying the bills

of soulless people

that she loses her cool

with the cocaine

Driving me crazy

wasting

The bag and life

I went, little by little

giving up

and i came back

to the curse

From the drawer without his clothes

to perdition

From the cocktail bars

to the cinderellas

of balance and corner

And for those sales

From the fine Laina

paying the bills

of soulless people

who loses his cool

With the cocaine.