Yo era el portero del edificio 32
tú eras la burguesa, la princesa del penthouse
asi lo quiso Dios
Te saludaba con mi cara de asustado
mientras le pedia a Dios que se tapara el excusado
para irte a echar un vistazo
o que te mandara al supermercado
para ayudarte a cargar lo del mandado
Fui testigo mudo de tus fiestas y aventuras
te conoci dos doctores, un maestro y hasta un cura
y un dia viendo en la rendija
vi como te merendabas al del 6
mientras su mujer mojaba el negligee
Estas acabando con el edificio
chica del penthouse
y con toda la ciud
Pale September
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep