Lunes Otra Vez
Sui Generis
Monday Again
Monday again
Over the city
The people you see
Live in loneliness
Over the gray forest
I see the sun die
That tomorrow will be born on the avenue
Streets without color
Dressed in gray
From my window
I see the green tapestry
Of a square that
Tomorrow will die
And dead green only iron will grow
Old women on the corner beg for their bread
In the offices, death in society
All old today, without knowing how to look
At the dreadful laughter of the pale city
Monday again
Over the city
The people you see
Live in loneliness
It will always be the same
It will never change
Monday is the sad and gray day of loneliness
