Acuario

In the street today, I must decide whether to go down or up
Because if you're not here, I can imagine smoke in my bones
In a restaurant, eating wonton, I hide from the cold
It's like breaking leaves from a place, far from the path

You say you already cut your hair
With that how many things drift away
With that how many things come closer
You say it will grow back

You say you already cut your hair
With that how many things end
With that how many things begin
You say it will grow back

Cold and loneliness of a man covered with newspapers
This is the city that marked San Juan on his calendar
Immoral violence of fish in the same aquarium
Seeing is believing, and they turn faith into photos of a shroud

You say you already cut your hair
With that how many things end
With that how many things begin
You say it will grow back

You say you already cut your hair
With that how many things drift away
With that how many things come closer
You say it will grow back
Again, again, again