La Cancion de Las Noches Perdidas

This is the song of the lost nights
That is sung on the edge of dawn
With the farewell brandy
That's why it sounds so desperate

Come to the song of the lost nights
If you know that everything tastes like almost nothing
To the race in life's tights
To the mothball ball asleep on the pillow

And it has a woman's name
Like loneliness, like solace
The fugitives from duty
Can't find a free taxi to heaven

This is the song of the lost nights
Wearing a withered chrysanthemum on the lapel
It gets to your head like certain drinks
Disappointment sticks like a burr

And sings the song of the lost nights
Burns like the blue gas of lighters
Serves to pour vinegar on wounds
Lies like all boleros lie

And it has a woman's name
Like my heart, like your forgetfulness
The fugitives from duty have no more love
Than what they have lost

This is the song of the lost nights
If you want, I'll trade it for a while in your bed
Boils like the bullring on bullfight afternoons
Goes like kisses in telegrams

And it has a woman's name
Like freedom, like snow
The fugitives from duty
Take their curse and drink it