Letra de El del espejo(en ingles)

You look in the mirror you laugh at yourself
live under the skin of the manikin
it´s growing old
knowing that is what we do here.

You wear cowboy shirt and yesterday
salts in a hurry at dawn
shaking ashes
of times they will not return.

So mean and so helpless
so alone and so minimized.

A taxi on the corner bread with ham
follow the discipline ladder
champion of the routine
to be just another heap more.

Tie bomber brown jacket
and stuck your life in the boiler
put salt in the wound
and some tacks to the mattress.

So and so imprisoned hippie
so free and disciplined.

No one will make you a tribute
when you die on a Monday afternoon
no one remembers
and less than a cowardly type

Are you listening to you in the mirror?
although we already pa ´advice.

I´m the idiot in question board
a simple ball of the situation
that bounces and bounces
so as not to delay the pension.

Planning his escape from freedom
I lost a life without the will
by fakir and suicidal
I´m just a pawn of society.

Such a docile and so vulnerable
so weak and forgettable.

No one will make you a tribute
when you die on a Monday afternoon
no one remembers
and less than a cowardly type.

No one will make you a tribute
when you die on a Monday afternoon
no one remembers
and less than a cowardly type.

Are you listening to you in the mirror?
although we already pa ´advice.

No one will make you a tribute
when you die on a Monday afternoon
no one remembers
and less than a cowardly type.

Nobody remembers anyone ...