Lágrimas de Plástico Azul

On the sidewalks of the early morning
She dances her tango with the doormen under the Sun
With the dark circles that your eyes have in excess, my heart
A day after what the wind took away

The secretaries from the offices
Have a snack on the corner
And when they go down from the Moon to the hard drive to gnaw
With the dream upside down and a future without tomorrow, they cry

Blue plastic tears rolling down the stairs
Tribes from the southern seas to the west of the border
Lips of rolling paper, wise ones who know nothing
Shipwrecks in the cathedral, accustomed cobwebs
To spend the night on the glass

The surgeons of disappointments
Cut off joy for good
The veins of dawn store cold blood
And every Monday a dead new day is born

The pencil corner of your mouth
Retouches the grievances of the lipstick
The pimps neatly place their wigs
And Romeos delay while Julietas fall out of love

Blue plastic tears rolling down the stairs
Tribes from the southern seas to the west of the border
Lips of rolling paper, wise ones who know nothing
Shipwrecks in the cathedral, mutinous cobwebs

Blue plastic tears with a taste of farewell
When will the bus cross this dead-end alley?
Lips of rolling paper, wise ones who know nothing
Hospital flower petals, mutinous cobwebs