Si miro a las nubes

I'm going out there
Now that the sun has gone
You know? I remember you
when I hear that song.
And I still remember the smell of sawdust
In that old bar
White wine mixed with mistela
That's how we learned to fly...
But today we have no more illusions and dreams rot
Today I don't see figures if I look at the clouds
Today, they contaminated us with something disgusting
With resentment, with power, with money and with hatred.
And that old teacher
Who never knew how to explain
The true lesson
If I could find him.
And I still remember the smell of sawdust...
But today we have no more illusions and dreams rot...