Translation of the song lyrics Cien Días - Ismael Serrano

Cien Días (original)

Como una luna nueva
Como el metro de Madrid
Negro como una caries
O un septiembre estudiantil
Como la certeza de que no sueas conmigo
Negro era aquel bar
Donde se esconden los malditos
De los amaneceres
De los repartidores de peridicos
De las agujas del sol
Del amor del prjimo
Alli la encontr
Como un suicida asomado
Al borde del precipicio
Amontonando maldiciones
Sobre la barra de aluminio
Temblaba en sus ojos
El humo de mil cigarros
Que fum con un tipo
Que la habia besado
Que la dej una maana
Dormida entre las dunas de su cama
Que se fue con otra una madrugada
Asi la encontr
Alguien me cont que llevaba cien dias
Encerrada en aquel bar
Pidiendo fuego o alguna pista
Que le ayudara a encontrar
La luz dentro del laberinto
El mapa donde esta escondido
El mar donde arden las promesas
Donde solias naufragar
Cien dias escondindose del gris
Cielo de marzo y sus atascos
Tragando niebla por la nariz
Soando contigo en los lavabos
Jurando no salir con vida
Sellando todas las salidas
Buscando en un mar de ginebra
Una playa en la que encallar
Bes una copa llena
De cenizas, me mir
Me dio el humo de sus manos
Lo fum.
A cambio yo
Le cont que la ciudad
La estaba esperando
Que afuera llovian madreselvas
Que se acercaba el verano
Que qu iba a ser de nosotros
Si decidia no venir conmigo
Que saliera a desafiar
Al alba y sus asesinos
Asi la habl
Sonri cansada y perdida
Se abri su boca azul
Bes de nuevo la copa
Se march y toda su luz
Fue devorada por la puerta de un servicio
Donde mujeres sin alma te empujan al precipicio
Seran ciento un dias
Encerrada en la negrura de este bar
Yo sali a la calle y olvide pagar
Y me march

Cien Días (translation)

like a new moon
Like the Madrid metro
black as a cavity
Or a student September
Like the certainty that you don't dream of me
black was that bar
where the damned hide
of sunrises
Of the newspaper boys
From the needles of the sun
of the love of the neighbor
I found her there
Like a suicidal peek
On the edge of the precipice
stacking curses
About the aluminum bar
She trembled in her eyes
The smoke of a thousand cigarettes
I smoke with a guy
that he had kissed her
that I left her one morning
Asleep among the dunes of her bed
That she left with another one early in the morning
That's how I found her
Someone told me that she had been a hundred days
locked in that bar
Asking for fire or some clue
May she help him find
The light inside the labyrinth
The map where it is hidden
The sea where promises burn
where you used to shipwreck
Hundred days hiding from the gray
March sky and traffic jams
Swallowing fog through the nose
Dreaming of you in the toilets
Swearing not to get out alive
Sealing all the exits
Looking in a sea of ​​gin
A beach to run aground on
Kiss a full cup
From ashes, I looked
She gave me the smoke from her hands
I smoke it.
in exchange for me
I told him that the city
she was waiting for her
It was raining honeysuckle outside
that summer was approaching
That what she was going to become of us
If she decided not to come with me
That she came out to challenge
Al alba and his assassins
That's how I spoke it
I smiled tired and lost
She opened her mouth of her blue
Kiss the cup again
He left and all his light
She was devoured by the door of a service
Where soulless women push you off the cliff
It will be one hundred and one days
Locked in the blackness of this bar
I went out on the street and forgot to pay
and I left