En Los Huesos
La Fuga
In the Bones
The gray of another week wakes up
Just winter on the sidewalks
Factories stopped
A year and a half of walking
One more ghost from the neighborhood
Having coffee or going to buy tobacco
In the bones,
When hunger strikes, where does love go?
Breathless,
In the red numbers, the illusion remains
Just look me in the face, say
It's all been a floor, just a dream
When there's nothing left, tell me
The same story again, same story
The reasons have run out
Only the laments remain, the blind reproaches
You keep talking so fast
Words are your bait, pain your lure
Last attempt, full name without occupation
Looking at the ground
Everyone queuing up for another disappointment
Just look me in the face, say
It's been a dream, just a dream
When there's nothing left, tell me
The same story again, same story
And every day piling up wasted hours
Spending Mondays in the sun
Retired for thirty years
Getting by is my sentence
Just look me in the face
Say it's all been a dream, just a dream
When there's nothing left, tell me
The same story again, same story
