Como cada noche

Like every night, as the sun sets,
the moon and the stars wake me up
and I ask myself, for what?
For what reason?
Like every night next to the radio,
the bottle so close and sleep so far away
as always,
when the pain arrives.
Like every night I drag myself through the streets
doing what I don't want
and dreaming dreams...
that I can't have.
Like every night, alone in my room,
I fall onto the bed and in each of my eyes
more than a month of sleep falls.

And I
am
in the night of things.
And I
go
to the hell of oblivion.
And I
am
alone in a cursed century.
And I
go,
I feel joy and I get sad.

Like every night
I wish the sun a good journey
may you not return!
Like every night,
when the noises quiet down and the silence cries,
someone leaves home
to never return.
Like every night
there is blood in the streets,
they beat a man and a woman goes to heaven
to wash God's clothes.
Like every night,
a child was born and their name is...
what does it matter? And upon seeing the light, they cried
for they know what awaits them.

And I
am
in the night of things.
And I
go
to the hell of oblivion.
And I
am
alone in a cursed century.
And I
go,
I feel joy and I get sad.

Like every night
words separate us
and irrationality unites us.
Like every night,
the dance ended
and in the pocket, a crumpled phone
and three hours less in the heart.
Like every night,
wrapped in sweat
everyone reluctantly fulfills the old ritual of love
while money changes hands.
Like every night
the earth is dirty, the river is dirty
and from the sky, mud rains
in this city of over a hundred thousand dead.

And I
am
in the night of things.
And I
go
to the hell of oblivion.
And I
am
alone in a cursed century.
And I
go,
I feel joy and I get sad.