Cuando la música termina

The music ends
and the 'show' comes to a close.
In the dirty 'back-stage'
sweat cools down.
The lights go out,
a spotlight in a corner.
Backstage of rock and roll,
the end of the show.

I've loved you all so much
and now you all just leave me.
My ears are ringing,
have I started dreaming again?
Guitars in silence,
silence in the venue.
The party's over,
the funeral begins.

And so every night
after finishing the set,
there's always a friend
trying to cheer you up.
Glasses get filled up
trying to forget
and not think about how sad it is
when you all leave.

Here ends the story
of the end of a gig.
Even if everything goes well,
how sad the ending is.
Once I was told,
please listen,
'the greatest sadness is to see
a friend leave'.