Me Deprimen Los Domingos
Los Estrambóticos
Sundays Depress Me
The world wakes up like a blind giant,
My dream crashes in the quiet morning,
I am the ash that never knew the fire.
The day puts on its party dress,
The sun sees me with its sharp knife,
Loneliness comes like a scared dog.
The slow hours whisper in my ear,
The world wakes up, but wakes up asleep.
Oh, oh me, Sundays depress me...
I lost the snail that told me the time,
And at this hour the sun meets its shadow.
My gaze collides with that of a dead person,
Even the blowing wind blows slowly.
Then I come across masses and families,
Couples that smell like goodbye.
Seconds so slow, they seem the same,
I was running away from myself,
I close my eyes... And fall into an abyss.
Oh, oh me, Sundays depress me...
I dreamed that hell was just a dream,
The sun is setting and I'm falling asleep.
For a second, I was finally calm,
For a second, I dreamed... That you were still with me.
