On the boulevard of broken dreams
Lives a lady in a red poncho
Silver hair and brown flesh
Fiery mongrel with a free tongue
Brave cat with tiger skin
With a voice like a ray of a full moon
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Earthquakes pass by
And there is a tequila for every doubt
When AgustÃÂn sits at the piano
Diego Rivera, pencil in hand
He draws Frida Kahlo naked
He escaped from a prison of love
Of a delirium of alcohol, of a thousand sleepless nights
He left his heart in Madrid
Whoever knew how to laugh like Chavela cries
On the boulevard of broken dreams
The devotees go heartbroken
From Saint Anthony asking for kisses
Put your hand here Macorina
Your faithful pray for the cantinas
Black Dove of excess
On the boulevard of broken dreams
An old photo wets a tear
And a song mocks fear
Bitterness is not bitter
When Chavela Vargas sings it
And a certain José Alfredo writes it
On the boulevard of broken dreams
They pass by the earthquakes
And there is a tequila for every doubt
When AgustÃÂn sits at the piano
Diego Rivera, pencil in hand
Draws Frida Kahlo naked
Bitterness is not bitter
When Chavela Vargas sings it
And a certain José Alfredo writes it
On the boulevard of broken dreams
They pass earthquakes long
On the boulevard of broken dreams

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