Las Llaves De Raquel

How's life
after the failure
you used to be a king
and now just a clown
Where are your pretty girls
where are the vines
that held you
while you partied

With that artist's touch
with that mustache frayed at the edges
with your Cuban linen suit
that you passed off as Italian

Where's Rene, where's Isabel
who has Raquel's house keys
where's the janitor, what's up with him
who opens the cabaret

Where's Rene, where's Isabel
who has Raquel's house keys
where's the janitor, what's up with him
who opens the cabaret

Which of your friends
was the closest
look for him and tell me
where he's gone

How do you entertain yourself
now that you don't have
pretty dolls
with delicate smiles

When you imagined being banished
to the land of the blind where you're blind
here no one looks because no one sees
this is what's left due to your bad faith

Where's Rene, where's Isabel
who has Raquel's house keys
where's the janitor, what's up with him
who opens the cabaret

Where's Rene, where's Isabel
who has Raquel's house keys
where's the janitor, what's up with him
who opens the cabaret

Where's Rene, where's Isabel
who has Raquel's house keys
where's the janitor, what's up with him
who opens the cabaret

There's no Rene, no Isabel
no one has Raquel's keys
there's no janitor, no one knows about him
no one opens the cabaret

There's no Rene, no Isabel
no one has Raquel's keys
there's no janitor, no one knows about him
no one opens the cabaret