De La Canilla

In your hermit's den you still lack
The little underwear hanging from the tap in the bathroom
You've spent too many years avoiding the issue
With deep arguments worthy of a Dalai Lama
And you still have a bed as cold as a corpse

When asked about your marital status
You don't know what to say, if single or divorced
On Fridays, sacred days, you go out to break the night
Ten liters of gas in the car, and a tour around the fields
To see what comes up to end the night properly

Average profile charmer when you arrive at the counter
With your summer stride
What you dream, brother, is hard to find
I know it's tough to endure Sunday's loneliness
And that football and gambling are starting to fall short

It's true that friends are the greatest in the world
And also that deep down in your soul you're with me
Listen to what I'm telling you, get it in your head

You can't erase that sadness by getting on any train
You need a woman instead of a thousand princesses
Don't think it's advice, what can I teach you
I'm much worse off than you, my memories are old

Look straight into the mirror, in the bathroom cabinet
The jar of disillusionment has no more pills
Take the simple path, this could be your year

Kiss her as you know how, give yourself the poetry
Of living in the company of the woman you love
Convince yourself you can, don't go to Seville
You'll lose the seat and the most beautiful joy
Of finding the little underwear hanging from the tap

Kiss her as you know how, give yourself the poetry
Of living in the company of the woman you love
Convince yourself you can, don't go to Seville
You'll lose the seat and the most beautiful joy
Of finding the little underwear hanging from the tap