Las Horas Perdidas

What a shame
The lost hours, that we gave away
The empty glasses, lies without cards
Your things, my things
And in the end, taking nothing

What a shame
The wasted steps
Leaving aside the open bars we don't remember
The rains without shelters, the wired maps

But, what a shame
The lilies in the window
What a shame everything, what a shame nothing
The gold that didn't shine
What we wanted to be when we grew up
What we became, crazy
So negotiable

What a shame
Those nights, looking at the stars
Following the traces of an absurd wealth
What a shame, never losing our minds

What a shame
The wasted days
In exchange for the future
Drinking the watered-down wine
What a shame to have failed, being so sure

But, what a shame
The lilies in the window
What a shame everything, what a shame nothing
The gold that didn't shine
What we wanted to be when we grew up
What we became, crazy
So negotiable

What a shame
The five minutes we never took
Motel rooms we never entered
What a shame, so many beds
And always arriving tired

What a shame
The ordinary dreams we never shared
The separate trips, the flowers in September
What a shame to have been
So focused on the urgent

But, what a shame
The lilies in the window
What a shame everything, what a shame nothing
The gold that didn't shine
What we wanted to be when we grew up
What we became, like idiots
So negotiable

But, what a shame
The lilies in the window
What a shame everything, what a shame nothing
The gold that didn't shine
What we wanted to be when we grew up
What we became, like idiots
So negotiable