En La Pulpería de Lucita

At Lucita's grocery store
I spend whole afternoons watching the sunset by the boardwalk
-there is no greater sadness- than seeing her lose her mind
With the gringo who stumbles, for a quarter of rum!

At Lucita's grocery store,
Always the same table, awaits me after eating,
Time and time again, and she always wants to know, what I write in that notebook,
How small my handwriting is, and why I don't let her see.

If it's a song for Lucita, wait for me on the beach in San Juan del Sur.
It's a song for Lucita, to remember those evenings
Kicking out those who couldn't drink.

At Lucita's grocery store,
In front of the Masaya lagoon, I have a cup of coffee with my name spelled backwards,
And if she looks through the mirror at the bar, the reflection sends her, in a coded message,
The kiss she demands and that she will never return.

If it's a song for Lucita, wait for me on the beach in San Juan del Sur.
It's a song for Lucita, to remember those evenings
Kicking out those who couldn't drink.

If it's a song for Lucita, wait for me on the beach in San Juan del Sur.
It's a song for Lucita, to remember those evenings kicking out those who couldn't drink.