Viernes, 3AM
Serú Girán
Friday 3 A.M.
The fever of a blue Saturday
And a Sunday without sorrows
You dodge your own heart
And shatter your mind
And, in your voice
Only a pale goodbye
And the clock
In your fist struck three
The dream of a Sun and a sea
And a dangerous life
Turning bitterness into honey
And the gray city into roses
It does you good
As much as it does you harm
It makes you hate
As much as love, and more
You changed time and love
And music and ideas
You changed sex and God
Color and borders
But, in yourself
Nothing else will change
And a sensual
Abandonment will come
And the end
And you bring the barrel to your temple
Clenching your teeth tight
And you close your eyes and see
The whole sea in spring
Bang, bang, bang
Dead leaves falling
Always the same
Those who can’t take it anymore
Go away
La, la-ra-ra-ra, ra
La, la-ra-ra-ra, ra
