Joaquin Sabina Miscellaneous interests
but the time for kisses and sweat
is time to sleep
It hurts to see you stirring
the little box of ashes that pleasure
left behind
br/>badly and late I am fulfilling
the word I gave you when I swore
to write you a song
A sad and envious God punished us
for climbing the tree together
br/>and stuff ourselves with the flower of passion
to taste that flavor.
Water puts out the fire
and the years burn in the heat
love is called the game
br/>in which a couple of blind people
play at hurting each other
And it gets worse and worse
and more and more broken
and more and more you
and more and more me
without a trace of us.
Neither innocent nor guilty
hearts that the storm destroys
cannon fodder
It's not me or you or anyone
it's the miserable fingers that wind my watch
And there are no tears worth going back
to getting into the car
br/>where that night in the middle of the carnival
I began to undress you.
The water extinguishes the fire
and the years burn in the heat
love is called the game
in which a couple of blind people
play at causing harm to each other
And it gets worse and worse
and more and more broken
and more and more you
br/>and more and more I
without a trace of us.