Beti da Garaiz
ZETAK
Always Late
April ten
This letter is the last one
In the Berlingo neighborhood
There's no chimney
No mother
I'll be back in winter
Always late
Always late
One cigarette and gin often
On that day
On that day
In silence
A black ball rolls
This white sheet of the mattress
Has turned into a bed
At seven in the morning
I'll be back in winter
Always late
Always late
One cigarette and gin often
On that day
On that day
I'll be back in winter
Always late
Always late
One cigarette and gin often
On that day
On that day
And if I forget? If I forget the way?
If I lose? Lose all strength?
The other side of the wall
Is it pleasure or pain?
Do I have you in my arms or am I still?
In dreams? In dreams?
I'll be back in winter
Always late
Always late
One cigarette and gin often
On that day
On that day
I'll be back in winter
Always late
Always late
One cigarette and gin often
On that day
On that day
