La Silla De Plástico
Albertucho
The Plastic Chair
Look at him, there he is, sitting on a plastic chair
looking down, he doesn't understand a damn thing
look at him, there he is, if you notice he breathes and doesn't speak
and he sails on a ship of nonsense
that's worth nothing.
It seems like a bug presses a button
once in a blue moon
the rest of the time he's a burden
smoking hourglasses
look at how he is
Look over there, he doesn't know which is the station
where the good stops
and starts to be less than what he will be
luckily he goes hand in hand with no one
and doesn't kill the craving even a bit
and his hand is crap and the paper
his face wrinkles when he hears
that there's no less life than a life
without a story or rhythm.
Poor naive, useless!
Look at how he is
the gossips at the market give him dirty looks
and yesterday's newspaper is worthless today
and he remembers that he was a great person
and his tear slides down his neck
from a measly cheap beer.
And he sits on the chair to wait
for the treacherous years, that saw him fail.
Poor naive, useless!
Look look look at how he is
it seems like a bug presses a button
once in a blue moon
the rest of the time he's a burden
smoking hourglasses
look at how he is
