Silver Dreams
He was born in a foreign country and soon he hit the road
Running from his misery and all the money that he owed.
Hiding in his shadows safe within his tears
Looking for the magic cap the hat for his fears
His dreams were silver and went on gold
His mind was young, his body was old
They squeezed his inspiration and he fell for his life
They took all his energy away from him that night.
And when the people are gone and so is he
He feeds from them as they feed from he
And when everybody is home in bed
He goes running with his head
A poet too crazed to sleep
Alone at last and he feels he must weep
He can't sleep
He can't sleep
So he picks up his guitar and curses his both hands
And he plays and he plays and he plays until the morning comes again
And he climbs to the
Sueños de Plata
Nació en un país extranjero y pronto golpeó la carretera
Huyendo de su miseria y de todo el dinero que debía.
Escondiéndose en sus sombras seguras dentro de sus lágrimas
Buscando el sombrero mágico para sus miedos.
Sus sueños eran de plata y se volvieron oro
Su mente era joven, su cuerpo era viejo.
Exprimieron su inspiración y cayó por su vida
Le quitaron toda su energía esa noche.
Y cuando la gente se va y él también
Se alimenta de ellos como ellos se alimentan de él.
Y cuando todos están en casa en la cama
Él sale corriendo con la cabeza.
Un poeta demasiado enloquecido para dormir
Finalmente solo y siente que debe llorar
No puede dormir
No puede dormir.
Así que toma su guitarra y maldice a sus dos manos
Y toca y toca y toca hasta que llega la mañana de nuevo.
Y sube al