Francisco

Worked since he was sixteen years old
Never a smile appeared during the years
He lived a lifetime dedicated to work and ache
Never the touch of a woman´s hand caress him

Children´s smiles looked at him
And he was only able to growl
He have built by himself a wall
He stare at the picture of Loretta
The girl he let went away
And a sorrow´s tears fall from his eyes

*No one goes to visit him at Saturday
The phone doesn´t ring never either
Fear and stubborness destroyed this man´s life
He sit down on the couch and
He´s sinking between the pillows
He cry regreting how he lived this life*

He already know what comes tomorrow
Another day sitting on the couch
Sinking his own clouds
Longing for an end to come

*Chorus

He got black rings around his eyes
He´s crying without tears
And suffering with the heart
He thought he doesn´t have

*Chorus