Fiesta Mayor

The End of the World didn't spend the night here
Crossed without wanting to stay
The ovations have gone to sleep
And the hosts are calling taxis
The journalists try to broadcast
Looking for eyewitnesses
The band confessed
That there's 'a lot of track and little dance'
They left, there's no one
Neither the sheriff, nor the mayor
They left, there's no one
And the orchestra without payment
Nothing fits into place
The daylight is a hostile line
Enters the pensions and asks for you
You took the solution
And I was left with the question
They left, there's no one
Neither the sheriff nor the mayor
They remained vacant
And unpaid collars
Nothing fits...