Sol Menor

Some like the heat and go to the Sun to burn
Some even use oil to get tanned
I don't care and I don't judge that
But your life ideal is my torment

Some also count the days for summer to come
See the asphalt melting and the ground cracking
My friend, I confess I pray for winter
Because your paradise is my hell

But I'm here waiting for a lesser Sun
I don't want to turn to dust
And then I'll go
Pleading for mercy
While I drown in my sweat
I wait for a lesser Sun

They say it's good to live in a tropical country
Blessed by God, but I think it's sad
One day I'll get fed up with this wretched condition
I'll leave everything and head to Alaska

Meanwhile, I'm here waiting for a lesser Sun
I don't want to turn to dust
And then I'll go
Pleading for mercy
While I drown in my sweat
I wait for a lesser Sun