El Blues Del Traje Gris

Today they told me to throw away my shoes
That they are useless, old, ruined
They gave me new ones.
Today they told me to throw away my t-shirt
They gave me a shirt to put on and I don't want to.
Shaved and with my hair cut, they sent me to the company.
With my gray suit, I left whistling underneath
All for the sake of living comfortably (like people).
And I left my guitar there, alone, and in silence shh!
After all, things are not going bad,
I traded rock and roll for functional music.
And now I'm sitting in my gray suit
Cigars, secretaries, and a glass full of anise
And I can't, and I can't.
And under my window two boys with guitars
Who sing, and play, and I can't.
And I can't, I can't be happy,
Not with this money, not with my gray suit