Viernes 3 A.M.

The fever of a blue Saturday
And a Sunday without sorrows
You dodge your heart
And shatter your head
And in your voice, only a pale goodbye
And the clock on your wrist struck three

The dream of a sun and a sea
And a dangerous life
Changing the bitter for honey
And the gray city for roses
It does you good, as much as it hurts
It makes you hate, as much as it makes you love and more

You changed time and love
And music and ideas
You changed sex and God
Color and borders
But in itself, you will change nothing more
And a sensual abandonment will come and the end

And you put the barrel to your temple
Clamping your teeth tightly
And you close your eyes and see
All the sea in spring
Bang, bang, bang
Dead leaves falling
Always the same
Those who can't take it anymore
They leave