It was close to the castle,
that of San Sebastián,
to the boats that moored
on the seashore.
You never loved me,
I saw sunset,
giant pumpkin:
oh, how scared it made me.
It could have been a lot of love,
but the whole lot was mine.
And I lost my mind
and soon hit rock bottom.
And a fisherman left
to the sound of cante jondo.
I looked at the castle
and I thought I was Franz Kafka,
and I wrote a song
that ended up in a bar.
It could have been a lot of love,
but the whole lot was mine.
It could have been, but never It was nothing
and the whole lot is nothing.
It could have been a lot of love,
but all the lot,
but all the lot,
but all the a lot was mine.
It was close to the castle,
that of San Sebastián,
to the boats that moored
at the seashore.