El Del Espejo
Ricardo Arjona
The One from the Mirror
You look in the mirror and laugh at yourself
You live under the skin of that mannequin
Who is getting older
Ignoring what he's doing here
You put on a shirt and yesterday's jeans
You always leave in a hurry at dawn
Shaking off ashes
From times that won't come back
So mean and so abandoned
So lonely and so minimized
A taxi on the corner, a ham sandwich
You follow the hierarchy's discipline
Champion of the routine of being just another one in the crowd
Suicidal tie, brown jacket, you've already
Put life in the water heater
You add salt to the wound
And some tacks to the mattress
So hippie and so imprisoned
So free and so disciplined
No one will pay tribute to you
When you die on a Monday afternoon
No one remembers anyone
And even less a coward like you
Are you listening, you from the mirror?
Although we're not here for advice anymore
I'm already the idiot who boards a simple ball
Of the situation that bounces and bounces
Just to avoid embracing the tension
Planning the escape from freedom
My life has gone without will
For a fakir and a suicidal
I'm just a pawn of society
So docile and so vulnerable
So weak and so forgettable
No one will pay tribute to you
When you die on a Monday afternoon
No one remembers anyone
And even less a coward like you
No one will pay tribute to you
When you die on a Monday afternoon
No one remembers anyone
And even less a coward like you
Are you listening, you from the mirror?
Although we're not here for advice anymore
No one will pay tribute to you
When you die on a Monday afternoon
No one remembers anyone
And even less a coward like you
No one remembers anyone...
