Juan Boliche

The man arrived at the bar
Ordered his gin
He watched her come down slowly
The afternoon settled

Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan
Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan

The man's name is Juan
His gaze is cloudy
He always leans heavily
As if returning to the past

Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan
Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan

I have a poor man's life
Sometimes Juan regrets
I can barely pay for my wine
I can never treat

But Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan
Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan

And I have an old life
Sometimes Juan regrets
I worked until retirement
But there was never enough bread

Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan
Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan

I have a poor man's life
Sometimes Juan regrets
I can barely pay for my wine
I can never treat

But Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan
Juan Boliche
Juan Boliche, Juan