Subí con la dama English translation

I went up to the terrace with the lady.
Open bed, grayish calm
Waiting, however, scratched torso
Red-hot wires withering my shadow

I went up to the main floor with the lady.
Antique armchairs with Italian print
And in the air, the light of geraniums
Behind the curtains, slippers escape

Luminous shadows on an old poster
That advertises the sale of miraculous elixirs
And in the air, the light of geraniums
While the radio advertises hair growth products
And it advertises miraculous syrups

Fragrance of myrtles
I didn't say anything, I woke up slowly
Fragrance of linden trees
I didn't say anything, I woke up slowly
The city was empty, I walked alone through the squares

I went up with the lady to the room
Absurd palm trees like false caresses
I went up with the lady, lazy morning
At our feet, the abandoned city lies asleep

I went up to the main floor with the lady.
Golden balustrades and that bluish smoke
I felt like a decayed dentist
Sinful statues were watching us

The Venus de Milo in a horrible print
Defiled with mustaches by a nefarious hand
And a lascivious and dangerous vertigo
In poorly copied, misunderstood paintings
Of a supposedly shabby and sorrowful cubism

I want the fragrance of linden trees
Say nothing, wake up slowly
Fragrance of myrtles
Wake up slowly without saying anything

Geranium light in the air
Walking alone through the streets
Absent