wandering through the desert, like the sky burned
of Chernovil,
only as a poet at the airport ...
so am I, so am I, without you. Useless as a seal
triplicate
as the semen of hanged men,
as the book of the future,
violent as a child without a birthday,
like the smell of disappointment ...
so am I, so am I, without you . Sadder
a bullfighter
across the Iron Curtain.
So am I, so am I, without you. Bitter
like the wine of exile, as
Sunday's retired
a civil wedding,
macabre as the belly of the missiles,
like a bird in a parade ...
so am I, so am I, without you. Sadder
a bullfighter
across the Iron Curtain.
So am I, so am I, without you.
Title: So am I without you
Year: 1987
Letra: Joaquín Sabina
Music: Joaquín Sabina Disco
: Hotel Fresh Hotel (1987)
and keep crying ...
're the only person I really loved in my life ...
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