El último metro

Where are you going? Where are you going?
tired from work,
riding the last subway,
staring against the window.
Where are you going? Where are you going?
the day has treated you badly
and you return home alone,
sprawled in the back seat.

Working he's a man,
sleeping she's a woman,
almost like a god when he dreams,
a child at dusk;
if he hates you he's an angel,
if he loves you he's Lucifer,
but when his tears fall,
he's just a little girl.

What happened to love?
black cat of the night
that scratches without mercy.
What happened to your illusion?,
always up and down,
living like an elevator...
And at night,
to store dreams and sorrows
on the sixth floor left.

Working he's a man,
sleeping she's a woman,
almost like a god when he dreams,
a child at dusk;
if he hates you he's an angel,
if he loves you he's Lucifer,
but when his tears fall...

Where are you going?
sun splashes
on the old blanket of the night
tease your confusion.
Where are you going? Where are you going?
lonely in your car
staring at your shadow on the floor,
companion of doom.

Working he was a man,
in bed a woman,
an angel when he dreamed,
a child at dusk;
Almost like a god when he hated,
wanting he was Lucifer,
and when, poor thing, he cried
he was just a little girl.

What happened to love?
black cat of the night
that scratches without mercy.
What happened to your illusion?,
always up and down,
living like an elevator...
And at night,
to store dreams and sorrows
on the sixth floor left.