El pais del no dormir
Los Enanitos Verdes
The Land of No Sleep
Lying in an alley, his vision blurred and he fell.
It's another familiar night and it's almost two
in the land of no sleep.
The police didn't take long to show up there.
They didn't even leave his leather watch, but yes,
it remained just as he fell.
His hands tremble. Covered in foam.
Maybe with a rope around his neck
he'll adorn the alley.
Space rain will wash his wounds.
Soon he'll leave the land of no sleep,
land of no sleep.
As the most normal thing, when the alcohol finally wore off
just in time with his awakening he thought of his love...
The sorrow, in a breath, returned.
Sitting with the indecision of not really knowing
who he is, the cold sweat drop wet his absurd foot...
His back leans against the wall.
He raised his arms trying to fly.
He felt failure close
and tried again.
Space rain will wash his wounds.
Soon he'll leave the land of no sleep.
Land of no sleep.
Nothing more was known about him. He didn't go back to work either.
Life isn't so easy around here. Maybe you're
in the land of no sleep
