Ahora que se ha ido el sol

Someone else, who wants to put up with this heavy joke,
that is starting to get tiring and also enjoyable.
To wake up, if everything is a lie nothing is worth anything,
the night clarifies me, I start to stumble.
To suspect, that everything is a game, that I mess up,
that I end up on the floor and can't win.
To complain, and cry out to the sky, to the earth and to the fire,
and to all the poison, from the sea water...

Me hidden in my corner, waiting for my moon,
for inspiration to return, to do its thing.

And there is no longer an option, and little by little the sunlight comes out.
We delay the clock, although it is of no use, the night is over...

To smile, we still have reasons, we are still alive paying happiness bills.
To accept, the lost steps are our path, you feel defeated, don't even want to walk.
To resist, I see you screwed with so many idiots who dare to play with your destiny.
To boast, of being a sellout, of having given up, something similar to just another number.

Same bar, same song, mine is not a fight.
Street rock and roll, no one listens to you.

And there is no longer an option, and little by little the sunlight comes out.
We delay the clock, although it is of no use, the night is over...

And it left you and me with the same weak smile,
with the same broken face, from not sleeping...