Instituciones

I look to the day to come
Beautiful as a sun in the city
And if you listen to me well
I think you'll understand
Why I waited in vain
That you would give me your hand
From my bones humanity
You must save

The magicians, the acrobats, the clowns
They pull the strings skillfully
But isn't the terror of loneliness
What makes clowns
One red, one white
And to break the voice of the old people
To sing?

Hey, son, things are like this
A radio in my room tells me everything
Don't ask any more!
You have Saturdays, women and televisions
You have days to love even without pants
Don't ask any more!

Always the same fear of loneliness
He made me wait in vain
That you would give me your hand
When the Sun comes to look for me
To take my dreams to the right place