A la orilla de la chimenea [English translation]

I can be twee and say that your lips

Taste like the lips I kiss in my dreams

I can be sad and say that being your enemy,

Your everything, your slave, your fever, your owner is enough to me

I can also be your station and your train,

Your wrong and your right, your bread and your wine,

Your sin, your God, your killer…

Or maybe that shadow

That lies down next to you in the carpet

By the edge¹ of the chimney

Waiting for the tide to come in

I can be humble and say I’m not the best one

That I’m not brave enough to tie you up to my bed

I can be proud and say “here you are my address

When you get fed up with cheap loves, call me”

And I can also be your trapeze and your net if you want

me to,] Your goodbye and your “come”, your blanket and your cold,

Your hangover, your Monday, your weariness…

Or maybe that wind

That takes you out of the boredom

And leaves you hugging a doubt

In the middle of the street and naked.

And I can also be your lawyer and your judge

Your fear and your faith, your night and your day

Your resentment, your why, your agony

Or maybe that shadow

That lies down next to you in the carpet

By the edge¹ of the chimney

Waiting for the tide to come in

Or maybe that wind

That takes you out of the boredom

And leaves you hugging a doubt

In the middle of the street and naked.

Or maybe that shadow

That lies down next to you in the carpet

By the edge¹ of the chimney

Waiting…

• Artist:Joaquin Sabina
• Album:Física y Química