El Ultimo Tren
Tete Novoa
The Last Train
Today dawns
Around ten
He tames his hair
While it hurts to recognize
Making mistakes over and over again
Used to pretending
That everything is fine
How he manages to compose
The silly phrase
That fills his role
Trying to survive
Sheltered in his tasks
He pretends he's fine
And lies to himself over and over again
He refuses to look back
Exiled from his childhood
Shadow parked on a platform
He watches his last train pass by
The truth hurts
Silence does too
He didn't have anyone
To teach him
To grow up
Reality hits
Only if you want to see it
Renouncing what could have been
Feeling strange
What does it matter this time
Maybe it's late
But there's no one
Waiting for him
Trying to survive
Sheltered in his tasks
He pretends he's fine
And lies to himself over and over again
He refuses to look back
Exiled from his childhood
Shadow parked on a platform
He watches his last train pass by
Past present
United forever
Witnesses so evident
Of his anxiety
Marked on his forehead
Those platforms whisper
If this is a dream
Or reality
He doesn't want to wake up
Feeling strange
What does it matter this time
Maybe it's late
But there's no one
Waiting for him
Trying to survive
Sheltered in his tasks
He pretends he's fine
And lies to himself over and over again
He refuses to look back
Exiled from his childhood
Shadow parked on a platform
He watches his last train pass by
