Migajas de amor,
me saben amargas.
Me besabas, lloraba.
Me abrazabas, me desmayaba.
Me soltabas, me levantaba.
Y bailé esta canción con un extraño,
de barbas blancas y sombrero.
Con su niño,
en lugar de contigo.
-.-
Crumbs of love,
taste bitter for me.
You kissed me, I cried.
You held me, I fainted.
You loosed me, I stood.
And I danced this song with a stranger,
with withe beard and a hat.
Whits his child,
instead of you.
The Velvet Underground. I´ll be your mirror
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