Otra Vida

Certain nights when I go to sleep, I start to read
And maybe I need moments of silence
Several times with you knowing that I love you
I get angry unnecessarily without a real reason
In the morning, the crazy traffic in the street exhausts me
The traffic lights and the stops annoy me
In the afternoon, I return home with a special discomfort
Tranquilizers and therapies don't work. Another life is wanted
The couch is comfortable, the remote in hand
Tales of the underworld
It's two o'clock and the kids cry
On the fourth line of the advancing metro
Cars parked in triple row
In the afternoon, I return with reluctance and boredom
Excitants and ideologies don't work. Another life is wanted