5TO PISO (EN INGLÉS)

 

Sky above, below ground

wheat bread neon light

I live here, fifth floor

I fail to smile.

And TV is a revolver

and the neighbor is a cannibal like me

and there are so many people on the street

concealed bitterness

There are so many Monday that Friday

are arming unions.

To go to fortune

you sell new gods

to meet the tenderness

there are those who demand a pill

so this September and January

and this smile so Llorona.

Both heaven, so much light

Who observes me from there?

many rivers, so thirsty

in such a hurry to come.

And football on Sundays

and the cafe that opened some eyes that see no

and there is so much space in space

and there is so much doubt in schools

mercenaries to Congress

another was ambushed and strategist.

To go to fortune

you sell new gods

to meet the tenderness

there are those who demand a pill

this September as in January

and this smile so Llorona.

Sky above, below ground

wheat bread neon light ...