Cuando Voy Al Trabajo

When I go to work
I think of you
Through the neighborhood streets
I think of you
When I look at the faces
Behind the fogged glass
Not knowing who they are
Where they're going

I think of you
My life, I think of you
You, companion of my days
And of the future
Of the bitter hours and the joy
Of being able to live
Working on the beginning of a story
Without knowing the end

When the shift ends
And the afternoon
Stretches its works
Through the rafters
And returning from work
Discussing among friends
Reasoning about matters
From time and destiny

I think of you
My life, I think of you
You, companion of my days
And of the future
Of the bitter hours and the joy
Of being able to live
Working on the beginning of a story
Without knowing the end

When I arrive home, you're there
And we tie our dreams
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Working on the beginning of a story
Without knowing the end