No Me Gusta El Sol

Remember when the sky
Was clear and blue
That your clothes
Brought in the light
Every Sunday
You’d head down south
Without a ticket, coughing on the bus

Your house was small between Rengo and Lientur
Your mom sewed, your dad was happy

He’d come in slow, his lover was an actress

I don’t know time or life, and I don’t like the sun
Whoever gives to me and doesn’t ask will suffer from love

One day you woke up and heard them say
To your dead parents, "the sky is now gray"
You gathered the stories and phrases from yesterday

That like stale bread, you grated away

I don’t know time or life, and I don’t like the sun
Whoever gives to me and doesn’t ask will suffer from love