Tocando fondo

Embarked on a train journey.
Everything in his life was going wrong.
He broke up with everything at once,
hoping to improve in the Big City.

Cheap pensions every day more.
Money runs out, it's the end.
The signs they gave him failed,
friends in the early morning at the 'pubs'.

High zone of the Diagonal.
In the early morning, it's the usual time.
You sell what's left for what they give you.
'The last time, I won't do it again'

I can't bear it
He had been a year in the big city.
Twenty years old when it ended.
His blood stained a dirty doorway.

A thousand aspirations have been frustrated.
A hundred wishes disappointed.
Ten promises unfulfilled.
Hitting rock bottom, there's nowhere to go.