Fuimos Chicos Rebeldes
La Granja
We Were Rebel Kids
When the two clock hands
mark more than ten
and the ceiling of my room
won't let me sleep.
When I get bored watching TV
and don't want to go out.
When the two clock hands
tell me you're not here.
So many nights like white stars
in colorful skies.
So many nights like so many nights
wasting time, playing at nothing.
We were rebel kids
with a promising future,
brilliant illusions that have turned into nothing,
in a sad song.
When the stones start talking
and ask us for forgiveness
for knowing so much and not being able to tell
more than half the truth.
When the Earth stops spinning
and the Sun loses its way.
When the stones start talking
and say you're not here.
Face to face with midnight
trying to remember.
Face to face with dawn
wasting time, playing at nothing.
We were rebel kids
with a promising future,
brilliant illusions that have turned into nothing,
in a sad song.
When the desert between you and me
can't be crossed.
When the two clock hands
tell me you're not here.
So many nights like white stars
in colorful skies.
So many nights like so many nights
wasting time, playing at nothing.
We were rebel kids
with a promising future,
brilliant illusions that have turned into nothing,
in a sad song.
We were rebel kids
with a promising future,
brilliant illusions that have turned into nothing,
in a sad song,
in this sad song.
