Blues Del Alambique

I searched for myself, lost you
Skidded, lived poorly
Everything is so strange

I conspired against the Sun
I was widowed by a lantern
As the years go by

I went downhill
Knowing that crying
Was a shortcut to the sea

Our plane crashed
Who killed the captain?
The crew did

Heart of Jesus
So brown, so feeling blue
Port of Santa María

I had a plan, I escaped
Where does he live? Said the judge
I don't know, Your Honor

I went downhill
Knowing that crying
Is not a shortcut to the sea

Stripes on the glass
Parole
Melancholy street