Otro Jueves Cobarde
Otra tarde como las demas
sin amores rotos de casualidad
otro jueves de esos que no se dejan besar.
No eran las esquirlas del rencor
eran telarañas en el corazon
una flor con lagañas un desamor sin amor.
Hoy que no me encuentro la nariz
Hoy que no me sale ni dormir
No le pongas miel a la verdad,
que si ando muerto es de tanto resucitar.
Otra tarde que no arde, esta tarde sin pasado mañana.
Otra tarde tan cobarde esta tarde que no prueba manzanas.
Otro jueves que no sabe bajarse ni los pantalones.
Otro jueves que anda lastima por los rincones
esta tarde en coma 2.
Otro jueves como los demas
demasiado martes, demasiado igual.
Ni te declaro la guerra ni tu me firmas la paz.
Y el planeta baila su gangrena,
y otra vez volvieron a embarrar la fiesta
los idiotas en celo y las sopranos con tos.
Y hoy me quedo mudo para oir lo que nunca te supe decir.
No perfumes tanto la verdad
que si ando muerto es de tanto resucitar.
Otra tarde que no arde, esta tarde sin pasado mañana.
Otra tarde tan cobarde, esta tarde que no prueba manzanas.
Otro jueves que no sabe abrocharse ni los pantalones.
Otro jueves que anda dando lastima por los rincones
De esta tarde en FA menor.
Y hoy que no me encuentro la nariz,
hoy que no me sale ni dormir,
no le pongas miel a la verdad
que si ando muerto es de tanto resucitar.
Otra tarde que no arde, esta tarde sin pasado mañana.
Otra tarde tan cobarde, esta tarde que no prueba manzanas.
Otro jueves que no sabe bajarse ni los pantalones.
Otro jueves que regala lastima por los rincones
de esta resaca sin vos.
Another Coward Thursday
Another afternoon like the others
without broken loves by chance
another Thursday of those that don't allow kisses.
It wasn't the splinters of resentment
it was cobwebs in the heart
a flower with crust in the eyes, a loveless heartbreak.
Today I can't find my nose
Today I can't even sleep
Don't sweeten the truth,
because if I'm dead it's from so much resurrection.
Another afternoon that doesn't burn, this afternoon without tomorrow's past.
Another so cowardly afternoon, this afternoon that doesn't taste apples.
Another Thursday that doesn't know how to take off even its pants.
Another Thursday that walks pitifully through the corners
this afternoon in coma 2.
Another Thursday like the others
too much Tuesday, too much the same.
I don't declare war on you, nor do you sign peace with me.
And the planet dances its gangrene,
and once again they messed up the party
the idiots in heat and the sopranos with a cough.
And today I stay silent to hear what I never knew how to tell you.
Don't perfume the truth so much
because if I'm dead it's from so much resurrection.
Another afternoon that doesn't burn, this afternoon without tomorrow's past.
Another so cowardly afternoon, this afternoon that doesn't taste apples.
Another Thursday that doesn't know how to button even its pants.
Another Thursday that walks pitifully through the corners
of this afternoon in F minor.
And today I can't find my nose,
today I can't even sleep,
don't sweeten the truth
because if I'm dead it's from so much resurrection.
Another afternoon that doesn't burn, this afternoon without tomorrow's past.
Another so cowardly afternoon, this afternoon that doesn't taste apples.
Another Thursday that doesn't know how to take off even its pants.
Another Thursday that gives pity through the corners
of this hangover without you.