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No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti...
Por halagarte y para que se sepa,
tomé papel y lápiz, y esparcí
las prendas de tu amor sobre la mesa.
Buscaba una canción y me perdí
en un montón de palabras gastadas.
No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti
y no se me ocurre nada.
Enciendo un cigarrillo, y otro más...
Un día de ésos he de plantearme
muy seriamente dejar de fumar,
con esa tos que me entra al levantarme...
Busqué, mirando al cielo, inspiración
y me quedé ‘colgao’ en las alturas.
Por cierto, al techo no le iría nada mal
una mano de pintura.
Miré por la ventana y me fugué
con una niña que iba en bicicleta.
Me distrajo un vecino que también
no hacía más que rascarse la cabeza.
No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti...
Nada me gusta más que hacer canciones,
pero hoy las musas han ‘pasao’ de mí.
Andarán de vacaciones...
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Well, all I ever do is think of you...
To make it known and just to give you pleasure,
I took some paper and a pen, and strewed
Around the table your most loving treasures.
I tried to find a song, but found no clue
Among a pile of words that were just humming.
Well, all I ever do is think of you
And I still feel nothing coming.
I light a cigarette and then one more...
One of these days I really should be taking
Steps to stop smoking, since my throat gets sore;
I also get that cough when I awaken.
I looked up to the sky to be inspired
And I was left with that old let-down feeling.
In fact, a coat of paint is what’s required
To be put up on the ceiling.
I looked outside and my mind ran away:
A girl passed on her bike, with me pursuing.
A neighbor also led my mind astray,
Though scratch his head was all that he was doing.
Well, all I ever do is think of you...
Songwriting is my favorite occupation,
But now the muses seem to have passed through.
Must be going on vacation...
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