МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, Танцевальная музыка, Эротическая Музыка, Spanish Classic Guitar Last Table, Saved

The last table waits by the door,
Two empty chairs, a dusty floor,
A candle bends into the air,
As if it knows you once sat there.

The band is tired, the night is thin,
But still they count the silence in.

At the last table, I saved your name,
Under the wine stain, under the flame,
If love is a rumor the city forgot,
I still remember what everyone lost.

The accordion sighs like rain,
Repeating our little refrain,
The waiter sweeps the fallen stars,
Between the feet of closing bars.

I do not ask the dawn to stay,
I only ask it not to say.

At the last table, I saved your name,
Under the wine stain, under the flame,
If love is a rumor the city forgot,
I still remember what everyone lost.