A estos hombres tristes [English translation]

Save your skin, the city brought you the summer

Put on some color, when men die they are white

Most white

That they fly without coming back

Without coming back, they fly without returning

You have feet and you have hands

But they aren’t seen

If your feet were born as wind today

Let them run

And if your hands were born with the plants

Let them grow

Live blue, because in blue

You don’t have Sundays

Laugh at last, that crying

brings so much cold

More cold, than forgetting how to see

How to see, than forgetting how to see

Once I saw that you weren’t singing

And I didn’t know why

If you have a voice, you have words

Let them fall

Falling makes your life sound

Even if you don’t believe it

So much city, so much thirst

And you are only a man x5

• Artist:Almendra