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Description
It smells of gasoline, mint Martini, and that moment when the nite decided it was time for dawn to take over. The old Cadillac still holds the warmth of strangers' knees, but the back seat is empty again. The city below winks with lights, and somewhere out there, behind the glass windows, lives someone who stopped waiting a long time ago.
And everything seems clear - the past has long gone the other way, but just a glance toward the old quarter and something clicks inside, like an old lighter. Drunk romance, a cigaret burning out, and an attempt to forget that seems to have failed again.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Siempre quise ir a L. A.
, dejar un día esta ciudad, cruzar el mar en tu compañía.
Pero ya hace tiempo que me has dejado y probablemente me habrás olvidado. No sé qué aventuras correré sin ti.
Y ahora estoy aquí sentado en un viejo Cadillac de segunda mano, junto al Melielle y a mis pies mi ciudad.
Y hace un momento que me ha dejado aquí en la ladera del
Tibidabo, la última rubia que vino a probar el asiento de atrás.
Quizás el Martini me ha hecho recordar: Nena, ¿por qué no volviste a llamar?
Creí que podía olvidarte sin más y ahora al rato ya ves.
Y al irse la rubia me he sentido extraño, me he quedado solo fumando un cigarro. Quizás he pensado: nostalgia de ti.
Y desde esta curva donde estoy parado, me he sorprendido mirando a tu barrio, me han atrapado luces de ciudad.
El amanecer me sorprenderá dormido borracho en el
Cadillac, bajo las palmeras luce solitario y no estás tú, nena.
Y dice la gente que ahora eres formal y yo aquí borracho en el
Cadillac, bajo las palmeras luce solitario y no estás tú, ¡nena!
El amanecer me sorprenderá dormido borracho en el
Cadillac, bajo las palmeras luce solitario y no estás tú.
Y dice la gente que ahora eres formal y yo aquí borracho en el
Cadillac, bajo las palmeras luce solitario y no estás tú, ¡nena!
¡Nena!
Y no estás tú.
Nena, no estás tú.
Oh, no estás tú.
Oh, nena, no estás tú. Oh, nena, nena, nena, no estás tú.
Que nunca estás tú.
Y no estás tú.
Que nunca estás tú.
Que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca, que nunca. Ay, nena.
Nunca, nunca estás tú.
English translation
I always wanted to go to L.A.
, leave this city one day, cross the sea in your company.
But you've left me a long time ago and you've probably forgotten me. I don't know what adventures I will have without you.
And now I'm here sitting in an old second-hand Cadillac, next to the Melielle and my city at my feet.
And a moment ago he left me here on the slope of the
Tibidabo, the last blonde who came to try the back seat.
Maybe the Martini has made me remember: Baby, why didn't you call back?
I thought I could just forget you and now you see after a while.
And when the blonde left I felt strange, I was left alone smoking a cigarette. Maybe I've thought: nostalgia for you.
And from this curve where I am standing, I have surprised myself looking at your neighborhood, city lights have caught me.
The dawn will surprise me asleep drunk in the
Cadillac, under the palm trees it looks lonely and you're not there, baby.
And people say that now you are formal and I am here drunk in the
Cadillac, under the palm trees it looks lonely and you're not there, baby!
The dawn will surprise me asleep drunk in the
Cadillac, under the palm trees it looks lonely and you are not there.
And people say that now you are formal and I am here drunk in the
Cadillac, under the palm trees it looks lonely and you're not there, baby!
Chick!
And you are not there.
Baby, it's not you.
Oh, it's not you.
Oh, baby, it's not you. Oh, baby, baby, baby, it's not you.
That you are never there.
And you are not there.
That you are never there.
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never. Oh, baby.
There is never, never you.