Una Nueva Noche Fría En El Barrio
Callejeros
A New Cold Night In The Neighborhood
Voices only voices like echoes
Like atrocious jokes without grace
I've been hearing voices for a long time
And not a single word
And my battered eyes
Take refuge in nothingness and grow tired
Of seeing a bunch of faces and not a single glance
A new cold night in the neighborhood
The dealers fill their pockets
The streets are ours even though
Time says otherwise
And the dreams not dreamt
Already sour their throats and fall silent
And that almost always or always delights them
Few smiles remain
Prisoners of this chalk prison
The sense was extinguished, a silence of mass was lit
Fewer hours in life
More answers to a lost cause
Of why feelings return with the day
Alone like a bird flying in the night
Free from you but not from me
Empty like the dream of a cap
Full of nothing not knowing where to go
Hard like a dead person in their grave
Who died of fear for the courage to live
Clouds are not made of cotton
And depressions are curses
It distracts you, entangles you, takes you and devours you
It hurts you and doesn't forgive and somewhere steals your face
The smile, the hope, the faith in people
Alone like a bird flying in the night
Free from you but not from me
Empty like the dream of a cap
Full of nothing not knowing where to go
Hard like a dead person in their grave
Who died of fear for the courage to live
