Quinto Piso
Ricardo Arjona
Fifth Floor
Sky above, ground below
Wheat bread neon light
I live here, fifth floor
I can't manage to smile
And the TV is a gun
And the neighbor is a cannibal like me
And there are so many people on the street
Disguising the bitterness
There are so many Mondays that Fridays
Are forming unions
To seek fortune
They sell you new gods
To find tenderness
Some take a pill
This September so complete
And this smile so tearful
So much sky, so much light
Who is watching me from up there?
So many rivers, so much thirst
So much hurry to arrive
And Sunday soccer
And the coffee that opens eyes that don't see
And there is so much space in space
And so much doubt in schools
The mercenaries to the congress
And another strategist is ambushed
To seek fortune
They sell you new gods
To find tenderness
Some take a pill
This September so complete
And this smile so tearful
Sky above, ground below
Wheat bread neon light
