On the boulevard of broken dreams
Lives a lady in a red poncho
Silver hair and brown skin
Fiery mestiza with a free tongue
Brave cat with tiger skin
And a voice like a full-moon beam
Along the boulevard of broken dreams
Earthquakes just pass by
And there's a tequila for every doubt
When Agustín sits at the piano
Diego Rivera, pencil in hand
Sketches Frida Kahlo nude
She escaped from a prison of love
From a thousand sleepless nights
She left her heart in Madrid
Along the boulevard of broken dreams
Disconsolate go the devotees
Of Saint Anthony begging for kisses
Put your hand here, Macorina
Your faithful pray through the cantinas
Black Dove of excesses
Along the boulevard of broken dreams
A tear soaks old photos
And a song makes fun of fear
Bitternesses aren't bitter
When Chavela Vargas sings them
And some José Alfredo writes them
She escaped from a prison of love
From a thousand sleepless nights
She left her heart in Madrid
She escaped from a prison of love
From a thousand sleepless nights
She left her heart in Madrid