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Crisis

Clifford T. Ward

Crisis

Crisis
Crisis
Crisis
Crisis.

Crowded room, cigarette smoke, fast talkers, sheep in wolves clothing
Glasses chinking, spilling drink, drinking, filling, wolves in sheep's clothing
Suddenly from out the mass that familiar face emerges
First reaction, she looks nice, then realises it's his wife!

"Hey what you doing here? You had better explain"
He says "I left my engine running and I think I'll do the same!"
She says "Come back here, explain yourself!"
He stops to think it out
And regaining all his confidence says "What about yourself?"

It's a crisis
Crisis
Crisis
Crisis.

Music loud, people louder, sophisticated ugly sight
Discreet departure, lady friend, back to his place, three wrongs don't make a right
Suddenly through the front door wife and boyfriend, big surprise
Recurrence of the previous scene, you think these people would get wise.

"Hey what you doing here? You had better explain"
He says "I left my engine running and I think I'll do the same!"
She says "Come back here, explain yourself!"
He stops to think it out
And regaining all his confidence says "What about yourself?"

It's a crisis
Crisis
Crisis
Crisis

Crisis

Crisis
Crisis
Crisis
Crisis.

Sala abarrotada, humo de cigarrillo, parlanchines rápidos, ovejas con piel de lobo
Cristales tintineando, bebida derramándose, bebiendo, llenando, lobos con piel de oveja
De repente, de entre la multitud, emerge ese rostro familiar
Primera reacción, se ve bien, ¡luego se da cuenta de que es su esposa!

'¿Qué haces aquí? Mejor que lo expliques', dice
Él dice 'Dejé mi motor encendido y creo que haré lo mismo'
Ella dice '¡Vuelve aquí, explícate!'
Él se detiene a pensarlo
Y recuperando toda su confianza dice '¿Y tú qué?'

Es una crisis
Crisis
Crisis
Crisis.

Música alta, gente más ruidosa, un espectáculo feo sofisticado
Salida discreta, amiga, de regreso a su lugar, tres errores no hacen un acierto
De repente por la puerta principal esposa y novio, gran sorpresa
Recurrencia de la escena anterior, piensas que estas personas se darían cuenta.

'¿Qué haces aquí? Mejor que lo expliques', dice
Él dice 'Dejé mi motor encendido y creo que haré lo mismo'
Ella dice '¡Vuelve aquí, explícate!'
Él se detiene a pensarlo
Y recuperando toda su confianza dice '¿Y tú qué?'

Es una crisis
Crisis
Crisis
Crisis

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