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| Señorita | Miss |
| Sus pechos como punta de una roca Se paseaban en el bar sirviendo tragos. Vestida como quien no quiere ropa Y más trucos en la piel que cualquier mago Tenia varios nombres pa' olvidarse Del nombre que le dieron en la casa. Tenia un pasado ideal pa' no acordarse Y fama de cumplir cuando amenaza Coro: Los martes se llamaba Margarita. Los viernes por las noches ya era Lola. Yo siempre le decía señorita. Usted no tiene porqué estar tan sola Recuerdo el jueves de aquel primer beso. Su nombre aquella noche era Julieta. Instinto siempre pudo más que seso Asuntos que no entienden los poetas Jamas hubo una cama en nuestra historia En baños y despensas trapecistas. Tatuada esta su espalda en mi memoria. Dos locos en un bar a lo hedonistas Coro Un lunes con el nombre de Maria Me dijo «hasta mañana» y no volvió. El bar se llama hoy melancolía Coro |
Your breasts like the tip of a rock Strolled in the bar serving drinks. Dressed like someone who does not want clothes And more tricks on your skin than any magician You had several names to forget From the name they gave you in the place. You had a past ideal for not remembering And a reputation for seeing it through when you make a threat Chorus: On Tuesdays you used to call yourself Margarita. On Friday nights you were now Lola. I always used to say ‘Miss’ to you. You do not have a reason to be so alone I remember the Thursday of that first kiss. Your name that night was Juliet. Instinct always had more ability than brains Matters that poets do not understand There was never a bed in our story Trapeze artists in bathrooms and pantries. Your back is tattooed on my memory. Two crazy people in a bar for hedonists Chorus One Monday with the name of Maria You said “Until tomorrow” to me and did not come back. The bar is called ‘Melancholy’ nowadays Chorus |