Un Dia Más
Reincidentes
One More Day
Thirst, nightfall arrives
dollar or pleasure
everything to distort.
More, laughing non-stop
reaching where you are
there's not much to do.
I go, with the wind in my favor
airing out my addiction
aging more and more
impatience burns me
I am but I'm not
my conscience stings
when it strikes two
I want to break the air of
A cloud of faces and voices
who knows what they hide
or what they'll think tomorrow
upon waking up.
Wrong, changing reality
speaking just to speak
there's a desire to act.
You, neither with you nor without you
what more can I say
if I no longer know who I am.
Do you see?, my eyes are my faith
your sex tastes like honey
it's starting to dawn.
Boast of science
necessary to pay
waste of prudence
if I don't want to explode
falling in love each time.
A cloud of faces and voices
who knows what they hide
or what they'll think tomorrow
upon waking up.
