Todos a Sus puestos

Sure, I know
I have it crystal clear
The weird days are many
And the good days, rare.

The ephemeral rose lasted
As long as sighs last
As long as a butterfly lasts
Outside of retirement.

And even if there's no reason,
All hands on deck,
Life may not
Get much better than this.

For once it doesn't hurt,
Everyone on board,
Let sorrow sing today
In deaf ears.

Sure, also,
Melancholy commands
With its meticulous pen,
Undoing eagerly what one walks.

Let that nostalgia
Kiss our dry faces,
Like the Sunday sun
Kisses Chueca square.

And even if there's no reason,
All hands on deck,
Life may not
Get much better than this.

For once it doesn't hurt,
Everyone on board,
Let sorrow sing today
In deaf ears.

Let sorrow sing today
In deaf ears.