El Ultimo Tren
Hoy amanece
Alrededor de las diez
Doma su pelo
Mientras duele reconocer
Equivocarse una y otra vez
Acostumbrado a fingir
Que todo esta muy bien
Como hace logra componer
La frase tonta
Que rellene su papel
Tratando de sobrevivir
Refugiado en su que hacer
Disimula que esta muy bien
Y se miente una y otra vez
Reniega mirar hacia atrás
Exiliado de su niñes
Sombra aparcada en un anden
Ve pasar su ultimo tren
La verdad duele
El silencio también
No tuvo a nadie
Que le enseñara
A crecer
La realidad golpea
Solo si la quieres ver
Renegado de lo que pudo ser
Sentirse extraño
Que importa esta vez
Quizás sea tarde
Pero no hay nadie
Esperándole
Tratando de sobrevivir
Refugiado en su que hacer
Disimula que esta muy bien
Y se miente una y otra vez
Reniega mirar hacia atrás
Exiliado de su niñes
Sombra aparcada en un anden
Ve pasar su ultimo tren
Pasado presente
Unidos para siempre
Testigos tan latentes
De su ansiedad
Marcado en la frente
Susurran esos andenes
Si esto es un sueño
O es la realidad
No quiere despertar
Sentirse extraño
Que importa esta vez
Quizás sea tarde
Pero no hay nadie
Esperándole
Tratando de sobrevivir
Refugiado en su que hacer
Disimula que esta muy bien
Y se miente una y otra vez
Reniega mirar hacia atrás
Exiliado de su niñes
Sombra aparcada en un anden
Ve pasar su ultimo tren
The Last Train
Today dawns
Around ten
He tames his hair
While it hurts to recognize
Making mistakes over and over again
Used to pretending
That everything is fine
How he manages to compose
The silly phrase
That fills his role
Trying to survive
Sheltered in his tasks
He pretends he's fine
And lies to himself over and over again
He refuses to look back
Exiled from his childhood
Shadow parked on a platform
He watches his last train pass by
The truth hurts
Silence does too
He didn't have anyone
To teach him
To grow up
Reality hits
Only if you want to see it
Renouncing what could have been
Feeling strange
What does it matter this time
Maybe it's late
But there's no one
Waiting for him
Trying to survive
Sheltered in his tasks
He pretends he's fine
And lies to himself over and over again
He refuses to look back
Exiled from his childhood
Shadow parked on a platform
He watches his last train pass by
Past present
United forever
Witnesses so evident
Of his anxiety
Marked on his forehead
Those platforms whisper
If this is a dream
Or reality
He doesn't want to wake up
Feeling strange
What does it matter this time
Maybe it's late
But there's no one
Waiting for him
Trying to survive
Sheltered in his tasks
He pretends he's fine
And lies to himself over and over again
He refuses to look back
Exiled from his childhood
Shadow parked on a platform
He watches his last train pass by