A Estos Hombres Tristes

Save your skin, the city that brought summer
Put on some color, because when men die they are white
More whites
That when flying without returning
Without returning, that when flying without returning
You have feet and you have hands
But they are not seen
If your feet were born wind today
Let them run
And if your hands with the plants
Let them grow

Live in blue, because blue
You don't have Sundays
Laugh at last, instead of crying
It's so cold
Colder, than to forget how to see
How to see, what to forget, how to see
I once saw that you weren't singing
And I don't know why
If you have a voice, you have words
Let them fall
Falling sounds your life
Even if you don't believe it

How much city, how much thirst
And your name alone
How much city, how much thirst
And your name alone
How much city, how much thirst
And your name alone
How much city, how much thirst
And your name alone
How much city, how much thirst
And your name alone