Un Poco de Comprensión

The sweet promises suffer
The old excuse
That tomorrow they will be fulfilled
Because there is no time now

Everything is postponed
Says the old story
The gift of the end
Happens every day and goes away

For you sir, I offer you
A little understanding
Along with a little naked body
For a long winter

The beaches are fascinating
And a hotel in the mountains
My poverty is neater
Than the place where I work

Today I die a little
And tomorrow I die a little more
All my life is given away
To a few in the weeks

For you sir, I offer you
A little understanding
Along with a little naked body
For a long winter