Por El Tunel

I go back to the time when I met you,
When the world ended in your garden.
I was the toughest cowboy in the union
And you were the dancer of the hall.

All of them had more virtue than you, but none gave what you did.
Then you flew away, someone told me
That you made love your profession.
Since that winter ended,
Since that friend disappeared,
Since you decided to leave,
Since you started sliding down the tunnel that leads
To where the darkest flower in the city grows.

I'm still the same, you see, here in Madrid,
Things don't offer much more.
One day I'll call you and we'll go out to dinner,
I hope you give me a special price.
The rest of the band got lost,
The damn clock swallowed them up, they make bets, kids,
They go to the bar, your job's not worse than the others.

Since that winter ended,
Since that friend disappeared,
Since you decided to leave,
Since you started sliding
Down the tunnel
That leads to where the darkest flower in the city grows.