El Sol No Regresa

Days ago I lost
In some bar
Half of my soul
Plus a fifteen percent tip
It's not that alcohol
Is the best medicine
But it helps to forget
When you don't see a way out
Today I try to tell you
That everything is fine
Even if you don't believe it
Even at this point
One last effort
Is not worth it
Today the good memories
Fall down the stairs
And after several tequilas
The clouds go away
But the sun doesn't return
Dreams of a room
In front of a roadside hotel
And a few raindrops
That I keep in this suitcase
Roll on the mattress
Of my already empty bed
It's the best solution
For the headache