El Rastro

I'm going to light up on the lapel
a fall that smells like flowers,
a team with heartbreaks,
and to make myself a damn good verse
to see if someone swallows it
and adorns my balconies,

Don't pay any fucking attention to me
if I pass by your side
telling failure as if it were mint,
even though the pretty gypsy girls don't sell it cheaper
at the flea market where they polish sadness,

Today I bring a calming trill,
that is hoarse from aguardiente,
that is fed up with people,
and I bring the comb of my soul,
that is already fed up
with combing ringlets,

Don't pay any fucking attention to me
if I pass by your side
telling failure as if it were mint,
even though the pretty gypsy girls don't sell it cheaper
at the flea market where they polish sadness,

I give you my slow-burning bonfire,
for your eyes of vine,
and may today not dawn,
for a kiss I crawl like a toad,
like a prince in rags,
well... like what I am,

And so you don't miss me
crying like a child
seeing my little market leave,
I leave you the dream I cherish the most,
to anchor it in your hat
or to make yourself some earrings.