Estoy Sentado En Mi Cama

That girl who inspires me
under the swirl of her skirt
left with a jerk
but deep down she loves me

Seeing myself alone
I have four velvet sores
two are from the affection
that you keep behind the wardrobe

I need you, you are my dose of joy
I prick myself with the wires
that are surrounding your heart
colorful knives
when I approach, my gypsy
you are harder to catch than escaping from port two

You don't realize a thing
when I arrive, you leave
I feel at times
blacker than tobacco smoke

There's no rhythm or beat
since you're no longer here
come with me, woman
I can't make it to the end of the month

I'm sitting on my bed
next to the pillow
waiting to write you a song

They told me, those who buy
the strings of my guitar
told me to rack my brain
because songs bring me money

And I search for chords beneath my slippers
I think of lyrics to write my imagination
you don't deserve a bit of my time
and you've stolen my heart, yeah yeah

You don't realize a thing
when I arrive, you leave
I feel at times
blacker than tobacco smoke

There's no rhythm or beat
since you're no longer here
come with me, woman
I can't make it to the end of the month.