When I look for summer in an empty dream,
when the cold burns you if you hold my hand,
when the tired light has shadows of yesterday,
when the dawn is another freezing night,
when I play my death to the verse that I do not write,
when I only receive news of death,
when he cuts the sword from what no longer exists,
when I strip the sad bunch of nothingness.
I can only ask you to wait for me
on the other side of the black cloud,
there where there are no merchants
They sell solitudes of gin.
On the other side of the pagones,
on the other side of the bankrupt moon,
Where songs are written
with white smoke from the black cloud.
When I feel pity for feeling what I feel,
when the wind does not blow in any city,
when you no longer love or what is celebrated,
when the black cloud sits on my bed,
when I wake up and vote for today's fear,
when I am what I am in a broken mirror,
when I close the house because I feel hurt,
When it is time lost ask me what happens.
I can only ask you to wait for me
on the other side of the black cloud,
there where there are no merchants
They sell solitudes of gin.
On the other side of the pagones,
on the other side of the bankrupt moon,
Where songs are written
with white smoke from the black cloud.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)