Ahora que se ha ido el sol

Now that the sun has gone

Ahora que se ha ido el sol

Someone else, who wants to put up with this heavy joke,Alguien mas, que quiera aguantar esta broma pesada,
that is starting to get tiring and also enjoyable.que empieza a cansar y también a gustar.
To wake up, if everything is a lie nothing is worth anything,Despertar, si todo es mentira nada vale nada,
the night clarifies me, I start to stumble.la noche me aclara, me empiezo a trabar.
To suspect, that everything is a game, that I mess up,Sospechar, que todo es un juego, que yo me la pego,
that I end up on the floor and can't win.que acabo en el suelo y no puedo ganar.
To complain, and cry out to the sky, to the earth and to the fire,Reclamar, y clamarle al cielo, a la tierra y al fuego,
and to all the poison, from the sea water...y a todo el veneno, del agua del mar...

Me hidden in my corner, waiting for my moon,Yo escondido en mi rincón, espero a mi luna,
for inspiration to return, to do its thing.que vuelva la inspiración, a hacer de las suyas.

And there is no longer an option, and little by little the sunlight comes out.Y es que ya no queda opción, y es que poco a poco sale la luz del sol.
We delay the clock, although it is of no use, the night is over...Retrasamos el reloj, aunque de nada nos vale, la noche terminó...

To smile, we still have reasons, we are still alive paying happiness bills.Sonreír, nos quedan motivos, aun estamos vivos pagando recibos de felicidad.
To accept, the lost steps are our path, you feel defeated, don't even want to walk.Asumir, los pasos perdidos son nuestro camino, te sientes vencido, no quieres ni andar.
To resist, I see you screwed with so many idiots who dare to play with your destiny.Resistir, te veo jodido con tanto cretino que con tu destino se atreve a jugar.
To boast, of being a sellout, of having given up, something similar to just another number.Presumir, de ser un vendido, de haberte rendido, algo parecido a un número más.

Same bar, same song, mine is not a fight.Mismo bar, misma canción, lo mío no es lucha.
Street rock and roll, no one listens to you.Callejero rocanrol, que nadie te escucha.

And there is no longer an option, and little by little the sunlight comes out.Y es que ya no queda opción, y es que poco a poco sale la luz del sol.
We delay the clock, although it is of no use, the night is over...Retrasamos el reloj, aunque de nada nos vale, la noche terminó...

And it left you and me with the same weak smile,Y nos dejó a ti y a mi con la misma risa floja,
with the same broken face, from not sleeping...con la misma cara rota, de no dormir...