Una Nueva Noche Fria
Callejeros
A New Cold Night
Voices, just voices, like echoes
Like atrocious jokes without grace
I've been hearing voices for a long time
And not a single word
And my battered eyes
Take refuge in nothingness
And tire of seeing a bunch of faces
And not a single glance
A new cold night in the neighborhood
The dealers fill their pockets
The streets are ours
Even if time says otherwise
And the dreams not dreamt
Already sour the throat and fall silent
And that, almost always
(Or always), they love
Fewer smiles remain
Prisoners of this chalk prison
The sense has faded
A silence of mass has arisen
Fewer hours in life
More answers to a lost cause
Of why feelings
Return with the day
Alone, like a bird flying in the night
Free from you, but not from me
Empty, like the dream of a cap
Full of nothing, not knowing where to go
Hard like a dead person in their grave
Who died of fear
For the courage to live
Clouds are not made of cotton
And depressions are curses
It distracts you, entangles you
It takes you and devours you
It hurts you and doesn't forgive
And somewhere it steals your face
Your smile, your hope
Your faith in people
Alone, like a bird flying in the night
Free from you, but not from me
Empty, like the dream of a cap
Full of nothing, not knowing where to go
Hard like a dead person in their grave
Who died of fear
For the courage to live
Alone, like a bird flying in the night
Free from you, but not from me
Empty, like the dream of a cap
Full of nothing, not knowing where to go
Hard like a dead person in their grave
Who died of fear
For the courage to live
