El Lobo - Real de Catorce

Va por la calle, puñados de noche en las alas

Prende un cigarro, y piensa en Eugenia tal vez

Su cuerpo desnudo, los labios rendidos, su piel

La tarde que juntos se amaron, que juntos soñaron en un hotel

Camina despacio, la luna reposa en las nubes

Mira a la gente, son caras extrañas para él

Arroja ceniza, su mente recorre París

Las calles que juntos rondaron, la lluvia, el rayo que vio caer

Él es como un lobo, que abriga la noche

Los bares su cueva segura, cuál debe ser

Es un solitario, se vive en esquinas

Cazando a su presa futura, cuál debe ser

Llega al infierno, paga su entrada

Se sienta en la barra, comienza a beber

Un hombre se acerca, le ofrece una copa

La música suena muy triste, él dice que acepta que quiere un cóctel

Las horas se esconden, debajo de un ebrio

Y nadie las busca, las dejan hacer

Él baila con uno, y luego con otro

Alguien lo invita y lo incita, de una botella lo invita a beber

Detrás de una sombra, se ampara la muerte

La muerte esa noche es, el premio mayor

Goes down the street, handfuls of night on the wings

She lights a cigarette and thinks about Eugenia maybe

Her body naked from her, her rendered lips, her skin

The afternoon that they loved each other, that together they dreamed of a hotel

Walk slowly, the moon rests in the clouds

Look at the people, they are strange faces to him

He throws ash, his mind of him runs through Paris

The streets that together roamed, the rain, the lightning that he saw fall

He is like a wolf, who shelters the night

The bars his cave of him sure of him, which must be

He is a loner, he lives in corners

Hunting his future prey of him, what should it be

He goes to hell, he pays his way in

He sits at the bar, he starts drinking

A man approaches, offers her a drink

The music sounds very sad, he says that he accepts that he wants a cocktail

The hours hide, under a drunk

And nobody looks for them, they let them do

He dances with one, and then with another

Someone invites him and encourages him, from a bottle invites him to drink

Behind a shadow, he shelters death

Death that night is, the jackpot