Por El Bulevar de Los Sueños Rotos
Los Secretos
Down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Lives a lady in a red poncho
Silver hair and brown skin
Fiery mestiza with a free tongue
Brave cat with tiger skin
With a voice of full moon lightning
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Earthquakes pass by
And there's a tequila for every doubt
When Agustín sits at the piano
Diego Rivera, pencil in hand
Draws Frida Kahlo naked
She escaped from a prison of love
From a delirium of alcohol
From a thousand sleepless nights
She left her heart in Madrid
If only one knew how to laugh
Like Chavela cries
On the boulevard of broken dreams
The devotees go disconsolate
To San Antonio asking for kisses
Put your hand here, Macorina
Your faithful pray in the bars
Black dove of excesses
On the boulevard of broken dreams
A tear wets old photos
And a song mocks fear
Bitterness is not bitter
When sung by Chavela Vargas
And written by a certain José Alfredo
She escaped from a prison of love
From a delirium of alcohol
From a thousand sleepless nights
She left her heart in Madrid
If only one knew how to laugh
She escaped from a prison of love
From a delirium of alcohol
From a thousand sleepless nights
She left her heart in Madrid
If only one knew how to laugh
Like Chavela cries
