Abril

Where are you going in that old gray coat?
If no one is waiting at home, why bother coming back
Directionless, bored, tired of working?

Where are the good friends who were never going to leave?
The kisses that made you fly at night?
The lips that always said yes?

Damn April, damn April, damn April
Just comes to remind you that you're not happy anymore

Where are you going?
You cross, without hurry, the streets of your gray neighborhood
The prince charming was brown and didn't want to call:
Now, the mirror spits out all the truth

Where are the nights without sleeping pills?
The sorrows that were only sorrows for others?
The collection of promises to fulfill?