Luna - Inconscientes

Luna ya nunca enciende la luz;

Solos ella y el tictac del reloj

Derramando el tiempo en el sofá

Luna ve que su vida se va

Y un dolor rompe su interior

Cuando llega la hora de cerrar

Ya sólo queda el Lobo en el bar:

Tiene miedo del anochecer

Y retrasa la hora de volver

¿Para qué?

No hay nada que hacer

Dentro de casa siempre es invierno

Ya no hay colores, duele el silencio…

Ni el perro mueve el rabo si te oye entrar

Lobo ya se marcha a trabajar

Y sabe que no regresará

Luna cierra por última vez;

Va despacio y sin mirar atrás

Y un dolor rompe su interior

Dentro de casa siempre es invierno

Ya no hay colores, duele el silencio…

Ni el perro mueve el rabo si te oye entrar

Lobo llora ahora en otro bar

Cuando llega la hora de cerrar

Para Luna todo sigue igual:

Derrama el tiempo en otro sofá

Y un dolor rompe su interior

Luna never turns on the light anymore;

Just her and the ticking of the clock

Wasting time on the sofa

Luna sees that her life is gone

And a pain breaks inside

When it's time to close

Now only the Wolf remains in the bar:

He is afraid of nightfall

And delay the time to return

So that?

There's nothing to do

Inside the house it is always winter

There are no colors anymore, the silence hurts…

Not even the dog wags his tail if he hears you come in

Lobo is already going to work

And he knows that he won't come back

Luna closes for the last time;

She goes slowly and doesn't look back

And a pain breaks inside

Inside the house it is always winter

There are no colors anymore, the silence hurts…

Not even the dog wags its tail if it hears you come in

Wolf cries now in another bar

When it's time to close

For Luna everything remains the same:

Spend time on another sofa

And a pain breaks inside