Lunes Otra Vez

Monday again, over the city
The people you see live in loneliness
Over the gray forest I see the sun die
That tomorrow will be born on the avenue

Streets without color dressed in gray
From my window I see the green tapestry
Of a square that will die tomorrow
And dead green only iron will grow

Old women on the corner beg for their bread
In the offices, death in society
Everyone blind today without knowing how to look
At the dreadful laughter of the pale city

Monday again, over the city
The people you see live in loneliness
It will always be the same, it will never change
Monday is the sad and gray day of loneliness.