Instituciones

I look forward to the day that will come
Beautiful like a Sun in the city
And if you listen closely
I think you'll understand
Why I waited in vain
For you to take my hand
From my bones, humanity
You must save

The magicians, the acrobats, the clowns
The magicians, the acrobats, the clowns
They pull the strings with skill
But isn't the fear of loneliness
What makes the clowns
One red, the other white
And the old folks break their voice
To sing?

Hey, kid, things are this way
A radio in my room tells me everything
Don't ask anymore!
You've got Saturdays, girls, and TVs
You've got days to love even without your pants
Don't ask anymore!

Always the same fear of loneliness
Made me wait in vain
For you to take my hand
When the Sun comes to find me
To take my dreams to the right place