Ahora que se ha ido el sol
Alguien mas, que quiera aguantar esta broma pesada,
que empieza a cansar y también a gustar.
Despertar, si todo es mentira nada vale nada,
la noche me aclara, me empiezo a trabar.
Sospechar, que todo es un juego, que yo me la pego,
que acabo en el suelo y no puedo ganar.
Reclamar, y clamarle al cielo, a la tierra y al fuego,
y a todo el veneno, del agua del mar...
Yo escondido en mi rincón, espero a mi luna,
que vuelva la inspiración, a hacer de las suyas.
Y es que ya no queda opción, y es que poco a poco sale la luz del sol.
Retrasamos el reloj, aunque de nada nos vale, la noche terminó...
Sonreír, nos quedan motivos, aun estamos vivos pagando recibos de felicidad.
Asumir, los pasos perdidos son nuestro camino, te sientes vencido, no quieres ni andar.
Resistir, te veo jodido con tanto cretino que con tu destino se atreve a jugar.
Presumir, de ser un vendido, de haberte rendido, algo parecido a un número más.
Mismo bar, misma canción, lo mío no es lucha.
Callejero rocanrol, que nadie te escucha.
Y es que ya no queda opción, y es que poco a poco sale la luz del sol.
Retrasamos el reloj, aunque de nada nos vale, la noche terminó...
Y nos dejó a ti y a mi con la misma risa floja,
con la misma cara rota, de no dormir...
Now that the sun has gone
Someone else, who wants to put up with this heavy joke,
that is starting to get tiring and also enjoyable.
To wake up, if everything is a lie nothing is worth anything,
the night clarifies me, I start to stumble.
To suspect, that everything is a game, that I mess up,
that I end up on the floor and can't win.
To complain, and cry out to the sky, to the earth and to the fire,
and to all the poison, from the sea water...
Me hidden in my corner, waiting for my moon,
for inspiration to return, to do its thing.
And there is no longer an option, and little by little the sunlight comes out.
We delay the clock, although it is of no use, the night is over...
To smile, we still have reasons, we are still alive paying happiness bills.
To accept, the lost steps are our path, you feel defeated, don't even want to walk.
To resist, I see you screwed with so many idiots who dare to play with your destiny.
To boast, of being a sellout, of having given up, something similar to just another number.
Same bar, same song, mine is not a fight.
Street rock and roll, no one listens to you.
And there is no longer an option, and little by little the sunlight comes out.
We delay the clock, although it is of no use, the night is over...
And it left you and me with the same weak smile,
with the same broken face, from not sleeping...