The Bus

The bus leaves (and won't return),
for another month (no one will walk).
A girl remains in the square, ah-ah,
this time she is also crying because
now she knows that he won't return,
the one who swore to take her away with him.
 

And those who have not lived in a town don't know
how there are troubles every day because
what you don't know never happens
for those who have hope in every dream that you have.
 

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Month after month (the girl is there),
the bus arrives (it comes from the city).
Three people get off on the bench, ah-ah,
the last one to arrive seemed perhaps to be
the one who swore, the one who left,
he looks at the girl who feels like she is dying.
 

And she runs and runs and passes into his arms,
she cries with joy at his coming there.
Now she knows that he will take her
hand-in-hand to the big city,
now she knows that he will take her
hand-in-hand to the big city.
 

(Hand-in-hand to the big city,
hand-in-hand to the big city,
hand-in-hand)...
 

Good Friday

Córdoba City, how long has it been
since that Good Friday?
I was alone, I was passing through
like a bird dazzled
by an unidentified object,
by that weird-child intensity.
 

And I plummeted
breaking the sky of your neighbourhood in two.
 

I haven't thought about it,
I haven't even stopped for a moment to calculate
what will become of us.
 

Today we crossed paths while in company
when getting out of the theatre.
We both kept quiet so we wouldn't remember
that, amidst trampled orange blossom petals
we loved each other without asking for anything in return,
amidst crucifixes, madonnas and drunkards.
 

I excommunicated you
on that Good Friday night.
 

I haven't thought about it,
I haven't even stopped for a moment to calculate
what will become of us.
 

Listen to the cry
of this lost bird
that hasn't learnt to land yet.
 

It hasn't learnt anything yet.
It hasn't learnt anything yet.
 

Córdoba City, how long has it been
since that Good Friday?
 

The Beach of Far

One night of full moon,
By the ,
All naked on the sand
I was humming a nw basse dance.1
 

The day when you were born,
The nightingale was singing
And the mistral wind and the sea breeze
Were already performing a basse dance!
 

[Instrumental]
 

One cool morning
I left home to go hunting
I can't find a partridge nor a quail
Who might want to perform a basse dance.
 

It is singing our farewell
All over the sands of ,
A basse dance made to order:
Our beloved river!
 

 

Two Spins

Hard to say it, gotta mean it, don’t fake it
Just let it be, no need to act when you break it
Words so pricey, got ‘em twisted, misplaced ‘em
Save ‘em for another hug, don’t waste ‘em
 

I’ma dance to the beat of a love that’s now broken
A love so priceless, but you sold what was given, unspoken
I’ma step on glass
Walk through ruins you left in my past
Blind little me, never saw we were fading so fast
 

Two spins for you
One more for me
Get down on your knees, clap for the scene
Two spins for you
One more for me
Two spins, all fake, but love ain’t cheap
Love ain't cheap
 

Hard times, they say, for love to survive
When breakups erase it off the map like a lie
But harder than that was to fight and believe
You took the easy way out, left me here to grieve
 

I’ma dance to the beat of a love that’s now broken
A love so priceless, but you sold what was given, unspoken
I’ma step on glass
Walk through ruins you left in my past
Blind little me, never saw we were fading so fast
 

Two spins for you
One more for me
Get down on your knees, clap for the scene
Two spins for you
One more for me
Two spins, all fake, but love ain't cheap
Love ain't cheap
 

Two spins for you
One more for me
Get down on your knees, clap for the scene
Two spins for you
One more for me
Two spins, all fake, but love ain't cheap
Love ain't cheap