But you lost in Spain,
against castles,
to break over.
But you lost in Spain.
I waited for this girl all night in Lisbon.
In vain,
she never came.
I turned from Estoril to the bridge,
passing through the three hills.
Finally, on a stroke of luck,
I went to Spain.
In my head,
the night is warm, it is wild.
Sketches of Spain on the radio.
I know it's easy.
The appointment was called the Fragile.
I crossed
the Estrela forest,
all night to Salamanca,
towards the Castile plains.
I had heard that there were castles floating in the sky,
that we could get lost.
I decided to cross the fields to the sea of Galicia.
I don't remember anymore,
I fell asleep.
We saw him in the valley,
illuminated by the procession of trucks,
themselves illuminated like Christmas trees.
Mill, castle,
a man on horseback,
a man on a donkey, Miles Davis on the radio.
I know it's easy.
The appointment was called the Fragile.
The night is warm,
it is wild.
You speak.