30 Años

I'm almost 30 years old
At night I don't want to sleep
I daydream without blinking, writing in the kitchen

I learned to keep secrets well
I never ask for what I don't receive
You know I show up without warning
I brought flowers from the garden

I'm waiting
There's no reason to laugh in the street
I'm waiting
And on TV, the suffering stops

I've returned from where the wind blew
Finally, I have a bit of warmth
I bit the curb and got up
I found water in the desert

I feel the rain falling through the roof
Some dogs barking around
A forgotten memory of Miramar
That never ends

I'm waiting
There's no reason to laugh in the street
I'm waiting
For the TV to stop suffering

There's no more room in my chest
I don't care what the fools say
And the gaze of everyone else

I'm waiting
There's no reason to laugh in the street
I'm waiting
For the TV to stop suffering

I'm waiting
There's no reason to laugh in the street
I'm waiting
For the TV to stop suffering
There's no reason to laugh in the street
Watch TV, stop suffering