A Estos Hombres Tristes
Luis Alberto Spinetta
To These Sad Men
Save your skin
The city took your summer
Put on some color
Because when men die they are white
Whiter
Than when flying without returning
Without returning
Than when flying without returning
You have feet and you have hands
But they are hidden
If your feet were born wind today
Let them run
And if your hands with the plants
Let them grow
Live in blue
Because blue has no Sundays
Laugh in the end
Because crying brings so much cold
Colder
Than forgetting how to see
Than forgetting how to see
Once I saw that you weren't singing
And I don't know why
If you have a voice, you have words
Let them fall
Falling, your life sounds
Even if you don't believe it
How much city, how much thirst
And you, a lonely man
How much city, how much thirst
And you, a lonely man
How much city, how much thirst
And you, a lonely man
How much city, how much thirst
And you, a lonely man
How much city, how much thirst
And you, a lonely man
How much city, how much thirst
And you, a lonely man
