La Madrugada (part. Carlos Bermúdez)

The night spins on the clock
Of the sleepless and sad
Bell tower clock
The sorrow rolls like a streetcar
That you saw alone
In blue melancholy

And a ghost of mist
Wraps in fine shadow
The café
The night cries in its agony
What am I looking for? Where am I going?
I don’t know, I don’t know

Is it the sad and distant
Margot who was like
A light in my shadow?
Is it her old window?
Is it her voice that calls my name?
Is it the defeated friend
Who just yesterday gave me
A crying hug?

I don’t know what I’m searching for
Endlessly
That in your shadow
I must find.