El mundo de ayer

In the wolf's mouth we are alone
and between its teeth you already know how it feels
as worn out as old velvet
wrinkled and forgotten at the bottom of the closet.

If you can't find a role for you in this comedy,
if the name of your pain is not in the encyclopedia
and you detest the smell of noisy verbena
and you chose a lonely and dangerous existence.

I still owe you a song that I couldn't compose
for the things you didn't do but wanted to do
now I see your window with the lights off
there's nothing left from the world of yesterday.

No, you don't know where you're going, but how hard it is to go back...
No, you don't know where you're going.

If you left and forgot to give me a kiss on the forehead
if you don't feel guilty but neither innocent
and if you carry turbulence in your body
if there's no return ticket and the journey is only one way.

The days of the poets are dead and buried
if your suit and shirt are outdated
but you're used to the taste of defeat
and you want to drink life but the cup is broken.

I still owe you a song, the farewell song
if your reputation as a scoundrel is well deserved
now I see your window with the lights off
there's nothing left from the world of yesterday.

No, you don't know where you're going, but how hard it is to go back...
No, you don't know where you're going.

Now I see your window with the lights off
there's nothing left from the world of yesterday.

No, you don't know where you're going, but how hard it is to keep looking back...
No, you don't know where you're going...