Boleto de Empeño

Pledging the Heart,
One and a Thousand Times
Scratching those Dreams,
That Disappear
I'm hooked on the wagon,
Of Illusion
Searching aimlessly,
For some station.

Biting the hook
Like so many times
Fighting in the net
Where everything suffers
I'm hooked on the taste
Of that old liquor
That tastes very bitter,
But it's the best.

And you, where are you today?
And you, where are you going today?
It would be better,
With the ticket in hand
Not to miss the train.

Pledging the Heart,
One and a Thousand Times
Scratching those Dreams
That Disappear
I'm hooked on the wagon,
Of that old illusion
That tastes very bitter
But it's the best.