Otro Jueves Cobarde (feat. Los Caballeros de La Quema)

Another afternoon like the others
Without broken loves by chance
Another one of those Thursdays
That don't let themselves be kissed
It wasn't the splinters of resentment
It was cobwebs in the heart
A goodbye with eyelashes
A loveless heartbreak
Today I can't find my nose
Today I can't stand being happy
Don't put honey on the truth
If I'm walking dead
It's from so much resurrection
Another afternoon that doesn't burn this afternoon
Without the day after tomorrow
Another so cowardly afternoon this afternoon
That doesn't taste apples
Another Thursday that doesn't know
How to take off even the pants
Another Thursday that goes around
Pitying in the corners
Of this afternoon in a coma two
Another afternoon like the others
Too much Tuesday too much the same
I don't declare war on you
Nor do you sign peace for me
And the planet dances its gangrene
And once again they came back
To ruin the party
The idiots in heat
And the sopranos with a cough
And today I stay silent to hear
What I never knew how to tell you
Don't perfume the truth so much
That even the dead
Get tired of resurrecting
Another afternoon that doesn't burn this afternoon
Without the day after tomorrow
Another so cowardly afternoon this afternoon
That doesn't taste apples
Another Thursday that doesn't even know how to button up
The pants
Another Thursday that goes around
Pitying in the corners
Of this afternoon in F minor
And today I can't find my nose
Today I can't even sleep
Don't make up the truth so much
That even the dead
Excites us to resurrect
Another afternoon that doesn't burn this afternoon
Without the day after tomorrow
Another so cowardly afternoon this afternoon
That doesn't taste apples
Another Thursday that doesn't know how to take off
Even the pants
Another Thursday that gives pity
In the corners
Of this hangover without you