(P.F. Webster / S. Burke)
I'm feelin'mighty lonesome,
haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch
the door and in between
I drink black coffee
Love's hand me down broom
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
I'm talkin' to the shadows
One o'clock till four
And Lord, how slow
the moments go
When all I do is pour
black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hangin'out on Monday
my Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and
tend her over
And drown het past regrets
in coffee and cigarettes!
I'm moanin' all the mornin'
And mournin' all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
black coffee
Feelin'low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy
This waiting for my baby
To maybe come around"You Only You"
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Please remember! This translation is my personal work. It is sometimes difficult to translate word for word from Spanish to English, so it may sound awkward in one languange when it is perfectly natural in the other. But I think you can get the general idea!
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Look how I go on for your love
Drunk and impassioned, only for you love
Look how I go on, dear,
given to drunkenness and hopelessness
You, only you
have filled my life with sorrow,
opening a wound in my heart
You, only you
are the cause of all of my crying,
of my disallusionment and desperation
Only your fatal shadow, shadow of evil
follows me everywhere so obstinately
And to try to forget you,
I give myself up to drunkenness and hopelessness