Lucero Del Alba

To see you, Morning Star
I tripped and fell coming back from wandering nowhere
The twentieth century passes and the central city ties me down
With its ethereal concrete hand to the vice of waking up early

I raised my eyes to the sky
As I crossed the square
Wanting to see you, Morning Star
But I couldn't see anything

Nothing but the miserable
Concrete pigeon coops
Behind the fallen branches
Of some dry trees

This vision distracted me
I stepped in dog shit
I yelled, "What the hell!"
And the cop car stopped

Oh, oh my luck
What bad luck
For wanting to see you
Morning Star

Accused by the cop
Who saw me staring at the sky
And yelling, "What the hell!"
At the dawn of the Morning Star

Under suspicion of being hooked
On urban drugs
I was added to the record
Of urban illegality

Oh, oh my luck
What bad luck
For wanting to see you
Morning Star

Morning Star
With your light, I dreamed in my confinement
She bathed my flesh
And this one with her shadow, the ground

From the distant plains
Of the great pile-up
Where I left this song
In solitude to the open sky

My awakening was so sad
As my bad luck
Morning Star, I wanted to see you
But I couldn't see anything

Nothing but the miserable
Concrete pigeon coops
Behind the fallen branches
Of some dry trees

In the city that oppresses me
To the vice of waking up early
Where there's no one to warn you
But many who keep quiet, ignoring you
Morning Star

Ignoring you
Morning Star