Los Divinos
Andrés Calamaro
The Divine Ones
When a pitcher breaks,
and there are no coins in the fountain.
When one wakes up,
and is no longer indifferent.
And destinies don't exist,
not even the divine ones,
the metals go out of tune,
without beginnings or endings.
The city is left alone
and nobody pays attention to me.
Today is today, yesterday was today, yesterday...
When you stay inside,
while the center melts.
There's always someone on the side,
without air conditioning.
And clocks don't exist,
summer is hot,
pianos go out of tune,
like every summer.
The city is left alone,
and nobody pays attention to you.
Today is today, yesterday was today, yesterday...
And destinies don't exist,
not even the divine ones,
the metals go out of tune,
without beginnings or endings.
The city is left alone,
and nobody, nobody, nobody pays attention to you.
Today is today, yesterday was today, yesterday...
