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Joaquín Sabina
Postscript
You were throwing the dice
I mocked luck
I had the final word
You had a 'but' to add
Being so happy
I forgot to love you
I was looking for a treasure
You wanted a loot
I was a blessed skinny guy
By playful groupies
You the exquisite delicacy
From a king's table
I was the worn troubadour
You the great prima donna
You a queen without a crown
Me outside the law
The song I write for you
Is nothing but a postscript
If you dance it with someone else
Don't remember me
When you left me
I embroidered a silver bridge
You weren't that much
You weren't that much
And I'm not for you
It's not that I'm sad, damn it, it's that I remember
You were signing peace
I was seeking revenge
There was a miscalculation, I thought
Between us two
You were looking for a husband
I found a hiding place
Your shadow is a sin of imagination
When I have forgotten you
I will still miss you
And I'll raise the penultimate toast to your health
You forced me to choose between you and poison
I flipped a coin
And it came up tails
The song I write for you
Is nothing but a postscript
If you dance it with someone else
Don't remember me
When you left me
I embroidered a silver bridge
You weren't that much
You weren't that much
And I'm not for you
