Por la Puerta de Atrás - Saratoga

Luminosos en el camino

que me inspiran una nueva canciѓіn.

La autopista estѓЎ vacѓ­a,

negro y gris, mezcla de alcohol y sudor.

Algo cansado, enciendo un cigarrillo mѓЎs.

Poco sacamos, no hubo ni para el hostal.

Y aѓєn me queda mucho tiempo para llegar.

He bajado a 120,

otra multa, no lo quiero pensar.

Vaya tipo el del garito,

tanto hablar y no querѓ­a pagar.

‚їCѓіmo explicarte que hay algo que no funcionѓі?

No habѓ­a carteles, la lluvia, el fѓєtbol, quѓ© sѓ© yo.

Y a la hora del concierto, no habѓ­a ni dios.

Por la puerta de atrѓЎs

me sientes llegar.

Derrotado, y no me quieres hablar.

Por la puerta de atrѓЎs, una vez mѓЎs,

frѓ­o intenso hay en mi espina dorsal.

Y maѓ±ana serѓЎ otro dѓ­a.

Sѓ© que el sѓЎbado tambiѓ(c)n llegarѓЎ.

Y con ѓ(c)l la loterѓ­a,

hoy presiento que nos va a tocar.

Ya amanece, resisto a base de cafѓ©.

Si alguien se duerme, se baja y sigo hasta Madrid.

Y aѓєn nos queda mucho tiempo para llegar.

lights on the way

that inspire me a new song.

The highway is empty,

black and gray, mixture of alcohol and sweat.

Somewhat tired, I light one more cigarette.

We got little, there was not even for the hostel.

And I still have a long time to go.

I'm down to 120,

Another fine, I don't want to think about it.

What a guy from the joint,

so much talking and did not want to pay.

How to explain to you that there is something that did not work?

There were no billboards, the rain, the football, whatever.

And at the time of the concert, there was no god.

Through the back door

you feel me arrive

Defeated, and you don't want to talk to me.

Out the back door, one more time,

intense cold there is in my spine.

And tomorrow will be another day.

I know that Saturday will also come.

And with him the lottery,

Today I feel that he is going to touch us.

It's already dawn, I resist based on coffee.

If someone falls asleep, they get off and I continue to Madrid.

And we still have a long time to go.