¿A dónde vas?

¿A dónde vas cuando los días no tienen colores?

¿A dónde vas, mi corazón?

Correr por todo, llegar por nada.-

BASTA...

...de desconformistas,
...de quejosos,
...de caprichosos,
...de insoportables,
...de los que aparentan ser lo que no son,
...de los sin personalidad.

Boyar nocturno,

pincel de luna.

Boyar sin rumbo,

cognac, hoy estás.

Collar de esperas,

señal de luna,

canción nocturna,

zaguán hacia el bar.

Tormentas de palomas,

de una ciudad sin paz,

sin fe,

sin voz,

sin vos.

Lamento de cartón de un mundo sin pared.

Por dios,

por ley,

sin hoy,

sin hoy.

Correr por todo,

llegar por nada,

correr

más,

más,

más.

Correr sin amor.

Ya sé la espera.

No,

no sé.

Podré al fin flotar de libertad.

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.-

 Talking to myself and feeling old. Sometimes I'd like to quit, nothing ever seems to fit. Hanging around, nothing to do but frown. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. What I've got they used to call the blues. Nothing is really wrong, feeling like I don't belong. Walking around some kind of lonely clown. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you. It's nice to know somebody loves me. Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do: to run and find the one who loves me. What I feel is come and gone before. No need to talk it out. We know what it's all about. Hanging around, nothing to do but frown. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.