MAÑANAS CRUELES
El Bordo
CRUEL MORNINGS
Night fell and only emptiness remained,
The train had passed over me,
In the Monday routine, the mask smiled
That another gray week was beginning
Late Sunday, no more soccer or joy
The weekend ended and I still haven't fallen
In the early hours I'm arriving
I greet the old world
No one tells me when I can live
Even if you don't want to see me anymore
I'll be there every morning
And every day you can't wake up...
Even if you don't want to see me anymore
I'll be there every morning
And every day you can't wake up...
Go slowly, or you'll end up out of control
You can't hide those dark circles like that
In the early hours I'm arriving
I greet the old world
No one tells me when I can live
Even if you don't want to see me anymore
I'll be there every morning
And every day you can't wake up...
