Otro Jueves Cobarde

Another Coward Thursday

Otro Jueves Cobarde

Another afternoon like the othersOtra tarde como las demas
without broken loves by chancesin amores rotos de casualidad
another Thursday of those that don't allow kisses.otro jueves de esos que no se dejan besar.
It wasn't the splinters of resentmentNo eran las esquirlas del rencor
it was cobwebs in the hearteran telarañas en el corazon
a flower with crust in the eyes, a loveless heartbreak.una flor con lagañas un desamor sin amor.

Today I can't find my noseHoy que no me encuentro la nariz
Today I can't even sleepHoy que no me sale ni dormir
Don't sweeten the truth,No le pongas miel a la verdad,
because if I'm dead it's from so much resurrection.que si ando muerto es de tanto resucitar.

Another afternoon that doesn't burn, this afternoon without tomorrow's past.Otra tarde que no arde, esta tarde sin pasado mañana.
Another so cowardly afternoon, this afternoon that doesn't taste apples.Otra tarde tan cobarde esta tarde que no prueba manzanas.
Another Thursday that doesn't know how to take off even its pants.Otro jueves que no sabe bajarse ni los pantalones.
Another Thursday that walks pitifully through the cornersOtro jueves que anda lastima por los rincones
this afternoon in coma 2.esta tarde en coma 2.

Another Thursday like the othersOtro jueves como los demas
too much Tuesday, too much the same.demasiado martes, demasiado igual.
I don't declare war on you, nor do you sign peace with me.Ni te declaro la guerra ni tu me firmas la paz.
And the planet dances its gangrene,Y el planeta baila su gangrena,
and once again they messed up the partyy otra vez volvieron a embarrar la fiesta
the idiots in heat and the sopranos with a cough.los idiotas en celo y las sopranos con tos.
And today I stay silent to hear what I never knew how to tell you.Y hoy me quedo mudo para oir lo que nunca te supe decir.
Don't perfume the truth so muchNo perfumes tanto la verdad
because if I'm dead it's from so much resurrection.que si ando muerto es de tanto resucitar.

Another afternoon that doesn't burn, this afternoon without tomorrow's past.Otra tarde que no arde, esta tarde sin pasado mañana.
Another so cowardly afternoon, this afternoon that doesn't taste apples.Otra tarde tan cobarde, esta tarde que no prueba manzanas.
Another Thursday that doesn't know how to button even its pants.Otro jueves que no sabe abrocharse ni los pantalones.
Another Thursday that walks pitifully through the cornersOtro jueves que anda dando lastima por los rincones
of this afternoon in F minor.De esta tarde en FA menor.

And today I can't find my nose,Y hoy que no me encuentro la nariz,
today I can't even sleep,hoy que no me sale ni dormir,
don't sweeten the truthno le pongas miel a la verdad
because if I'm dead it's from so much resurrection.que si ando muerto es de tanto resucitar.

Another afternoon that doesn't burn, this afternoon without tomorrow's past.Otra tarde que no arde, esta tarde sin pasado mañana.
Another so cowardly afternoon, this afternoon that doesn't taste apples.Otra tarde tan cobarde, esta tarde que no prueba manzanas.
Another Thursday that doesn't know how to take off even its pants.Otro jueves que no sabe bajarse ni los pantalones.
Another Thursday that gives pity through the cornersOtro jueves que regala lastima por los rincones
of this hangover without you.de esta resaca sin vos.