El Niño, Los Sueños y el Reloj de Arena

Sitting on a stone in Soledad Street,
sitting like I'm the "Thinker" by Rodin.
This is the story of a boy who stopped to dream
who dreams of seeing a day that just won't come.

But he knows there are others who dream the same,
because maybe one day that damn dream
can become real.

The old folks pass by and laugh at the boy dreaming,
it's not that no one believes anymore, but it's hard to trust.
The young man looks up at the sky while in the city,
people live in fear, afraid to wait.

But he knows there are others who dream the same,
because maybe one day that damn dream
can become real.

I have an hourglass to measure my pain,
every second is the sorrow falling in my heart.
And even though I don't get my hopes up, something's gotta change
even if I dream of songs while others prefer to stay quiet.

But I know there are others who dream the same,
because maybe one day that damn dream
can become real.

Sitting on a stone in Soledad Street,
sitting like I'm the "Thinker" by Rodin.
This is the story of a boy who grew old from dreaming,
and still waits for a day that just won't come,
that won't come.