You were looking at the end of the bar
to a thin platinum blonde
in a tight dress smoking
a Ducados1. "What should I do?", you asked.
"Say anything to her,
if you don't sleep home tonight, I'll owe you a drink".
You made as if you were all set to go.
"How is it my friend that now you have second thoughts?"
"You know what? I don't care about the blonde anymore.
Tonight I'll stay by your side,
I want to be with you.
Boss, serve my friend anything he wants."
Madrid was ablaze and we were arsonists,
howling at the night like lone wolves.
Madrid was hell and we were the devil,
run or our trident would have speared you.
When that disco bouncer
decided when he saw me that I wasn’t
good enough to enter his tacky place
I asked him: "D'you see my mate here?
He was in prision
because he killed someone like you for much less".
But the bouncer was relentless.
Laughing we went to the bar across the road
to get drunk, to curse women.
"You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea,
in ten years' time,
meet again in this same place".
And the deal was sealed. "At this very same time." "I will be here."
We toasted with beer and it dawned.
The parting was brief: "Take care!" "See you later!."
"Remember, in ten years' time you have an appointment."
And time went by way so quickly,
when I finished university I lost track of you.
I didn’t get any news about you,
one day a guy told me he'd seen you
seducing at the bar of a club
a femme fatale.
I—in the meantime—coping as well as I can.
Every once in a while they let me play somewhere.
After you left, nothing was the same.
Of that time I keep nothing,
only small battles
that I thought I won; that I will lose tomorrow.
Madrid was ablaze and we were arsonists,
howling at the night like lone wolves.
Madrid was hell and we were the devil,
run or our trident would have speared you.
Ten years later, punctually,
at that bar I wait restlessly.
Things haven't changed that much right across the road,
a doorman—like the one so long ago—
refuses to let in
a pair of friends; they look drunk.
Hours go by while I wait four you,
a thousand memories hitting my head.
Hours go by and you don't show up,
time wins all battles.
Hours go by and there is nothing left of you,
only a blonde that looks at me from beside the bar.
Hours go by, I decide to leave and you didn't come,
perhaps I'll say something to the blonde before leaving.
Before leaving.
