Wednesday morning, 3 A.M.

I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.

She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For I know with the first light of dawn
I'll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.

Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I've committed a crime,
I've broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.

My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.

Mañana de miercoles 3 A.M.

puedo escuchar el suave respire
de la chica que amo
mientras yace a lado mio
dormida con la noche
y su pelo, en una Buena neblina
flota en mi almohada
reflejando el brillo
del invierno luz de luna

ella es suave, ella es calida
pero mi corazón sigue pesado
y miro mientras sus pechos
gentilmente se menean, gentilmente caen
porque se que con la primer luz del amanecer
me estare yendo
y esta noche sere
todo lo que deje para rellamar

oh que he hecho
porque lo he hecho
he cometido un crimen
he corrompido la ley
por veinticinco dólares
y piezas de plata
he robado
una tienda de licores

mi vida parece irreal
mi crimen una illusion
una escena malamente escrita
en la cual tengo que jugar
si se que mientras yo miro fijamente
a mi joven amor al lado mio
la mañana solo esta a unas horas lejos