Avarice for your kisses,
Sloth of living without you
And the anger at feeling you far from me.

Pride in knowing that I was
chosen by your heart,
Humility para reconocerte la mejor.

They’re sweeter sins that deserve forgiveness,
they’re sins sweeter than a satin shoe, my love.

Envy for the burning sweat
that emanates from you,
gluttony to eat your satin stomach.

Scorching lust
that makes me presagiar
the most moving sadness if you go.

They’re sweeter sins that deserve forgiveness,
they’re sins sweeter than a satin shoe, my love.

Avarice for your kisses,
sloth of living without you,
and the anger of feeling that you’re far away from me.

My sweetheart and me in the bridal suite,
dinner for two and the "Don’t disturb" sign,
seaviews and champagne.
We talk about our life together
and, of course, about love,
me in my pyjamas and her not.

My sweetheart and me in the bridal suite,
we say such beautiful things to each other
which we can’t reveal without blushing
and we laugh about all our ex’s,
giving them a good kicking,
the world’s ours, as you can see.
Laughter, tenderness and idleness in the bridal suite,
there’s no rush until Judgement Day.

My sweetheart and me in the bridal suite,
nos resbala the whole world, estamos como dios
much better, como dos
yo en pijama y ella no.

We talk about life together
and, of course, about love,
yo en pijama y ella no.

Laughter, tenderness and idleness in the bridal suite,
there’s no rush until Judgement Day.
con el mundo por Montera un hombre y una mujer de bandera
talk to each other in the bridal suite.
laugh together in the bridal suite.
love each other in the bridal suite.
My honey and me in the bridal suite,
hasta el día del juicio final
My sweetheart and me in the bridal suite.

If it was habit that made me love,
it was habit that made me forget,
Force of habit is my guide and my light.

Since I was little, I got used
to never asking why,
scorning rewards as much as punishment.

If you’re looking for something exceptional in me,
I’m going to disappoint you.
Don’t expect anything new from a man of habit.

If it was habit that made me love,
it was habit that made me forget.
Force of habit is my guide and light.
Force of habit is my guide and light.

Sin norte ni mitos to follow,
Al capricho del azar crecí
Like the dry leaves that the wind esparce por ahí.

If I loved out of habit,
I forgot out of habit.
La fuerza de la costumbre es mi guia y mi lumbre
La fuerza de la costumbre es mi guia y mi lumbre

And if you call again some day,
You’ll be disappointed.
Vivo con la costumbre de no quererte nunca más.

If I loved out of habit,
I forgot out of habit.
Force of habit is my guide and my light.
Force of habit is my guide and my light.

Amiguetes y Novietas
Y en general la afición
Miss the sound of your saxophone.
¡Qué elegancia! ¡Qué chuleta!
Ahuyentabas el mal fario
Cunando tan serio te plantabas on the stage, day after day.

And that’s why they say,
”Play it again, Uli”
Wherever you are, the rhythm won’t stop.
Play it Uli and you’ll be
El más castizo en la eternidad.

Repeinado a la cerveza
Y con camisa solaón
Templabas con sabor
the fate of rock and roll.
With panache y sin papeles
Te paseabas por el foro,
a pint of Mahou and oxtail stew, con decoro.

And that’s why they say,
”Play it again, Uli.”
You’ll cause quite a stir up there.
Blow your harmonica, Ulises,
and you’ll blow them away,
flaunting your killer good looks.

Santiago Ulises Montero,
genius and character to the end,
a popular musician famous around the world.

And that’s why they say,
”Play it again, Uli.”
Wherever you are, the rhythm won’t stop.
Play it Ulises and you’ll be
the most … in eternity.

And that’s why they say,
”Play it again, Uli.”
You’ll cause quite a stir up there.
Blow your harmonica, Ulises,
And you’ll blow them away,
flaunting your killer good looks.

Luck’s like a fish
that slipped out of your hands,
Como la pretensión
to be something that’s vanished.

He worked as a …
but had a calling
to be much more in life
than a Kafkian loser.

Poor man, he can’t even say
his name anymore con tino.
Es su sino el de sufrir,
It’s a road of thorns.
Deambula por los puertos
Suplicando tragos de favor.
He bet his life on a beautiful dream
that became his master and flew away.

Who’ll take pity on this man?
No misfortune surprises him.
The carousel turns and turns,
but it always turns against him.
He wanders through ports,
Suplicando tragos de favor.
Delirando mamao, he repeats,
Fate’s like a fish,
Like a fish, like a fish
That slipped out of your hands
and sank like lead in the water;
not knowing how it sank in the water
and there it lies with other fates,
with many other fates,
that slipped away like a fish.

If you feel like a poor wretch,
if life hurts or they’ve left you high and dry,
the blood of your sadness
will be the lapdog
that keeps your name firmly on the poster,
at the top of the poster.

If you feel like a poor wretch,
yearning for the scent of someone by your side,
the blood of your sadness
will walk with you,
without making the mistake of naming your name,
of naming your name.

Dear sadness,
I’ve fallen in love with you
and stopped being
a poor wretch,
by your side, uh, by your side.

If you feel like a poor wretch,
standing at the window on certain rainy days,
the blood of your sadness,
coming from behind
like a naughty girlfriend, will give you a kiss,
will give you a kiss.

Dear sadness,
I’ve fallen in love with you
and stopped being
a poor wretch,
at your side, uh, at your side.

Sitting on a sofa,
dijo mi encanto : Saravá;
singing this song
stamped my passport.

My God, tell me how it’s possible
for you to create so many delights con maldad.
My God, tell me how
to tell when pride’s pride
or just self-respect.

Sitting on a sofa,
my heart turned to water;
my friend Saravá
squeezed it out like a lemon.

My God, tell me how it’s possible
for you to create so many delights out of wickedness
My God, dime cuál es la forma
to tell when pride’s pride
or just self-resprect.
Dignidad y olvidarte Saravá,
y decir sin pensar
farewell, my dear, farewell, Saravá.

My voice is like a tiger roar,
a terrible, frightening and ferocious yell.
I’ll tell you with a tiger roar,
girly, I want to be free again.

Everybody’s ha visto mis zarpas arañar
everyone’s heard my tiger roar,
time and time again, time and time again.

Like a tiger roar, I’ll defend
my pride as far as possible
and my siblings and friends will know
that my tiger roar will watch over them.

Everybody knows that my roar’s like a gale,
everybody’s heard my tiger roar,
time and time again, time and time again.

Don’t insist, don’t insist
que te susurre palabras de amor,
don’t insist because I talk like a tiger.

My voice is like a tiger’s roar,
a terrible, frightening and ferocious yell.
With a tiger’s roar, I’ll tell you,
sweetie, I want to be free again.

Everyone’s seen my claws scratch,
everyone’s hear my roar, my roar, my tiger roar,
time and time again, time and time again.

don’t insist, because I talk like a tiger.
My voice is like a tiger’s roar
but even tigers suffer for love,
and roar for love,
and suffer for love,
and die for love.

Everybody knows it’s difficult to find
a place in life
where time passes rhythmically sin pensar
and pain is fleeting.
There’s a city
on the banks of the Douro,
if you don’t know the way,
listen to this.

Lentamente caen las hojas secas al pasar
and the cold north wind starts to speak
En una tibia mañana el sol asoma ya
No llega a calentar
When you catch sight of the Mountain of Souls,
don’t look at it, sobreponte
and keep on walking.

Bécquer was no fool and Machado was no lout
Y por los dos sabrás
Que el olvido del amor se cura en soledad
Se cura en soledad
On the banks of the Douro
there’s a city,
On the banks of the Douro
I’ll wait for you, my love.

Voy camino Soria
Where are you headed?
Allí me encuentro en la gloria
that I’ve never felt.

I’m en route to Soria
I want to rest,
wiping my memory
betrayals and other things
Borrando de mi memoria
Camino Soria

On the banks of the Douro
there’s a city,
On the banks of the Douro,
I’ll wait for you, my love.

Voy camino Soria
Where are you headed?
Allí me encuentro en la gloria
Que no sentí jamás

Voy camino Soria
I want to rest,
Borrando de mi memoria
betrayals and demás
Borrando de mi memoria
passions and other things.

Everybody knows that it’s hard to find.
The dry leaves fall slowly as I walk by,
Bécquer wasn’t an idiot nor Machado, a lout:
Que el olvido del amor se cura en soledad.