Lágrimas de plástico azul [English translation]

Down the early morning's sidewalks

the sun's dancing its milonga with the janitors,

with the eye bags you got too many of, my love,

a day after what's gone with the wind.

The secretaries in the offices

are having a snack for breakfast in the street corner

and when they come down the moon to the tough disc to crack,

with their sleep upside down and a future with no tomorrow, they cry

Blue plastic tears rolling down the stairs,

southern seas' tribes at the border's west side,

rolling paper lips, wise men who don't know anything,

castaways at the cathedral, cobwebs who are used

to passing the night at the glass.

The surgeons of disappointments

cut healthy joy,

the dawning's veins stock up on cold blood

and every monday a new day is born dead.

The lipstick, corner of your mouth,

touches up the carmine's insults,

pimps neatly put on their toupees

and Romeos run late and Juliets fall out of love.

Blue plastic tears rolling down the stairs,

southern seas' tribes at the border's west side,

rolling paper lips, wise men who don't know anything,

castaways at the cathedral, rebellious cobwebs...

Goodbye-flavored blue plastic tears

When will the bus cross this dead end?

rolling paper lips, wise men who don't know anything,

hospital flower's petals, rebellious cobwebs...

Blue plastic tears

When will the bus cross?

(Southern seas' tribes...)

• Artist:Joaquin Sabina
• Album:Dímelo en la calle (2002)